My lover and I were walking this morning, along the trail in the woods that leads to our home. It is our daily routine. Along one section I noticed several beautifully colored leaves. How odd this time of year. On our way back I noticed it again. Wondering from where these beautiful colored praisers came from I looked up in the forest canopy to see. There was one lone branch in the shelter of green dazzling in orange, yellows, and red. A small branch. I thought the first heralder of fall has been sent forth from the kingdom of trees to announce fall is soon to be. I am a fall lover, the draining heat and humidity of summer wear me down and I soon long for the cooler days of fall. This little branch was such an encourager, a message of hope to a heat-worn old man—your relief draweth nigh. God is so very, very good, never without His heralds. Hark the Herald Angels sing, Glory to the newborn fall.
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| The Herald |
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