I love the fall. I love when the leaves fall and you just can’t walk down a path normally anymore. This wasn’t always the case, but ever since I met an awesome person who loves to crunch leaves, I haven’t walked the same. Why? Because  if you know anything about the art of crunching leaves, you know that once you spot a good leaf you have to run up to it and stomp on it, thus making your walk down any path far from normal. I love going apple picking even to places that have no apples. And bunny lofts that have no bunnies. I love petting zoos with lamas, alpacas, camels, bunnies, small exotic deer, and big turtles. I love tractor rides and pumpkin picking. I love running through pumpkin patches and corn mazes. I love apple launchers even if they are over taken by little boys who steal  your corn and launch it instead, because even though it makes me sad, it reminds me of other sad, but funny childhood memories, which always make me smile, since I loved my childhood. A childhood filled with memories like when my little stuffed bunny was launched out of the potato canon instead of a potato. And I love, love, love apple cider and apple donuts. I just love all of the activities that come with the fall. But what I love the most is driving down picturesque roads on your way to church and seeing how God’s glory is an ongoing and active thing. Seeing how His masterpiece doesn’t stand still in time like our mere creations, but rather changes just like how we change, for we are His creations too, and His work is still active in us. I love that there is so much beauty in a leaf even as it dies, and falls to the ground. It brings me hope that even in times when my life is changing and I feel like part of me is dying, there is still beauty, because God is present and at work in my life. Just like a tree goes through seasons, so do our lives. We have our springs and summers, but we also have our falls and winters, and while each are all known for something in particular, they are all still beautiful and show testament of His Glory. God is working in me and it makes me so happy that He is my creator, for it means that even in my hardships there is beauty. Just as I find beauty in the trees as their leaves change and die, God shows His beauty in us when we change for Him and die to self. Creation tells of His glory. This is a known fact, by any theologian. My prayer is that we, His creation, would also tell of His glory. That the way our lives change for Him, would tell of His glory in a way that can’t be denied. Lord, I pray that the pains of my life would be like the death of a leaf, and show Your glory.