The past two days have been beautiful. The cold, crisp fall air feels like an old friend has returned. I can't properly explain it, but fall does strange things to me. The faint scent of pumpkin, cinnamon, or earthy leaves makes my stomach do cartwheels. They're good cartwheels, though. They're hopeful, adoring cartwheels that announce fall is here. For any person even mildly acquainted with me, you'd know I thrive in fall. The colors are so me. The atmosphere is perfect. And fall holds so many wonderful pieces of joy-campfires, coffee, cider, my birthday, warm clothing, scarves, Thanksgiving, good drives, soothing music, family, friends, spending time with Jesus. When I look at everything I enjoy in fall, I realize I'm hopelessly romantic. Monday night I sat in my car, listened to Sondre and immersed myself in the beauty of fall. I was content. And then I imagined what it would be like to share this contentment with someone. Oh no. There's the romance.
Romance is by no means a bad thing. Not at all. I just don't want it to be my focus right now. Yet I look at the perfect Romancer, Jesus, and I'm thankful for love. I've just started reading C.S. Lewis' The Four Loves and I'm looking forward to understanding love better. Back to Jesus, though, I'm amazed by his example of the Pursuer. I love that I can see him as my Bridegroom. I asked a friend, a guy, if it was difficult to see Jesus as their bridegroom. He said it was hard to directly equate Jesus to the groom, but it was easy to see him as Lover. Wow. Jesus is our Lover.
I'm not one who would say, "I'm dating Jesus," but I love seeking after him in this love relationship. If God chooses for me to marry some day, I'll rejoice. And if I am single for a long time or forever, I'll rejoice, too. Fall reminds me that Jesus is close. I love that he graces us with seasons, with gifts of nature and simple enjoyment. He is so good. So now, I'm going to go get a latte, sit with friends, and enjoy this season. Ahhhh....
2 comments:
How completely wonderful.
When we go to New Castle, we're going to the apple orchard. I've already decided. :)
I cannot tell you how much I echo this entire post. I tried to deny it for a long time, but fall is by far my favourite season. I am starting to see green leaves trimmed in scarlet, orange, and brown. My heart is rejoicing and dancing to the string music.
I also affirm the second sentiment as well. I have also denied this for a while, but I a romantic as well. Perhaps it is hard to avoid considering that I am a poet.
Lastly, I am enamoured of God as a lover.
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