October has come to my mountains. Glorious October. If you’ve never been to my mountains in October, come now. You won’t regret it.
Harvest time is upon us and we gather the last of the garden; squash, sweet potatoes, and herbs
We went walking this afternoon, my friend and I, and as we. wandered along the winding trail we marveled at the beauty of God’s earth. Why us, we wondered, why should we have this much beauty set before us. Why, when the world is full of pain and hurts, are we surrounded by glory? why?
We picked persimmons. and acorns and cat tails. We jumped over the snake on the path.
We’ll never understand the “whys” of God. A God we could understand would be pointless, no longer God. And so my heart holds thankfulness. I am thankful to God. A God I will never understand. A God I do not wish to understand.