Every year, as the days grow shorter and the skies grayer, I feel immense gratitude. The crisp autumn air, brilliant leaves rustling on the trees, and gusty winds bringing them swirling down to crunch underfoot – it all makes me immensely happy.
It makes me so happy that, during this season, a certain angle of the sun on the pane can literally send my heart into a gratitude attack. My heart overflows with joyful prayers of thanks for the blessings of family and friends, food, clean water, power, transportation, and shelter.
And, every year, this season draws me into a deeper love for the Creator of all of this beauty too. I see the delicate leaves, loved into existence for one short season, at their full glory, swirling down. I think of my soul, my life, all of us, just a “breath” in the span of history, so small, yet so significant because He loves each of us into existence too. As I gaze at the intricate patterns the leaves draw upon the air in their final abandon, the words of St. Ignatius come to mind, “Few souls understand what God would accomplish in them if they were to abandon themselves unreservedly to Him and if they were to allow His grace to mold them accordingly.”
And so I pray:
Creator of the autumn winds,
You cool the summer sun
And paint the autumn hues.
Like the beautiful swirling leaf,
to abandon myself ever more unreservedly to you.
Give me the grace
To allow the breath of your Spirit
To direct my path.
That my swirling journey would intersect at your will
And my landing be at your will.
And that, at every moment,
my journey might bring
greater glory to you, My God.
In all created things discern the providence and wisdom of God, and in all things give Him thanks. – St. Teresa of Avila
My heart your home – Watermark