We get a little bit of autumn here in Florida.
Mostly it's a state of mind.
Pumpkin candles lit, fall decor, and a little more of a breeze.
Still, it sets my heart in tune with the reality of harvest time.
Soon, there will be a harvest moon casting its amber glow upon the mossy oaks that hang and a solitary hoot owl that makes nighttime that much more enchanting.
And then, there's the food. The glorious, turkey-ous gravy-ous, pie-ous food!
And, the soporific affects afterward that send us into a loungy, hands on the tum sleepy bliss, like Pooh Bear after a lip smacking indulgence of honey pot sweetness; we are happy and full without a care in the world.
There's something expectant about autumn.
Maybe because it's a time of harvest,
a time to reflect on all we have to thank the Lord for,
and a time for hope that fills us and creates a longing for the One who is, who was, and who is to come.
"I am the Alpha and the Omega," says the Lord God, "who is, who was, and who is to come, the Almighty." (Revelation 1:8, ESV)