Autumn’s blowing in—a right good job it’s doing, too. Let it blow away the cobwebs in the attic. Let it blow away the hindrances that bind. Let it blow till hearts are fresh and worn-out memories are gone.
I love the autumn and the wind it brings! And if any walk through autumn and still deny that God exists - then they are blind. For God Himself is on the wind and thunders in the storms that autumn brings.
So blow hard against me wind, even if you carry rain, even if you bring the gray . . . I think God loves the autumn, too.
Photograph: Wind in Arms, unknown