It was a rather gray rainy afternoon when I had to take a trip to Uniontown. I really didn’t want to leave the house. I would have preferred to curl up in my chair with a good book and a hot cup of tea, but unfortunately that was not the case.
I chose the back roads from my home to Route 119 and was treated to a wonderful treat. Although the leaves had barely begun to swirl around my house, as I drove through the twisting curves and over hill and dale, the beautiful canopy of leaves resembled a quiet cathedral.
The spectrum of fall colors was as beautiful as that of the Sistine Chapel.
The tree trunks were deep ebony, wet from recent rains. In the silence, a few leaves filtered gently with a sigh.
Along the road the fallen leaves were still a brilliant hue and formed a lovely border as if they had been carefully sown there.
The hills were thick with various shades of yellow-green; the harbingers of brighter colors. The palate was yellow, orange, burnt orange, amber and crimson brown; the happiness of a painter.
The color palette dazzled the eye! Around each curve we encountered a beautiful bouquet; only a master gardener could make such an arrangement; an autumn’s answer to a summer’s rainbow.
The trip went by quickly as my husband and I repeatedly exclaimed about the colorama we were given. The scenes were breathtaking! Even though the skies were still grey, they gave a deep background to the colors which stood out all the more vividly. What a great gift to brighten up a sad day.
What was once a dreaded trip and interruption to my day has turned into a blessing. We never know what God has in store for us; what awaits us around the next bend. His grace is poured out unexpectedly, but we must be discerning and insightful. It is often given in a still calm manner. In a soft whisper He said, “Be quiet and know that I am God. My soul will rejoice in his glory!