I can’t confirm it, but I’m pretty sure God prefers October over the other months.
Despite mankind’s best efforts to defile it with Halloween, no monster can mute the dazzling chorus and cornucopia of red, orange, yellow and green leaves — colors worthy to complement the purple, blue and orange sunsets that saturate the sky and clouds.
And as these colors tantalize the eyes, the breeze tingles with a brisk chill, a nip just enough to invigorate the blood, and yet enough sunlight still pours down to warm both body and soul.
Above all, though, October — and autumn in general — encourages Creation and its inhabitants to slumber after the busy summer months, but even as it does, it slyly promises the joy of family gatherings and holiday celebrations just over the horizon.
During this time of year, then, the soul can both rest and settle and anticipate and prepare.
And perhaps through this paradoxical harmony, I better hear the echo of eternity — that call to finally rest in a world free from the curse but blossoming with the anticipation of all the celebrations and opportunities awaiting the redeemed.
So I thank God for October and autumn, and I pray that when I approach the autumn of my life, my soul and smile will reflect the beauty of Heaven’s peace and promise.
The Glory of the Lord
Verse 1
The evening breeze around me smells sweet of days to come
When I’ll give my burdens all to God and take my journey home
The colors of the setting sun paint scenes the eyes can’t see
But the heart can catch the hidden hues of a brighter day to be
Chorus
When evenings here on earth fade into endless day
When the holy Son outshines the sun and I am home to stay
Life’s twilight is awaiting us, but soon will come the morn
Of the blessed, golden dawning of the glory of the Lord
Verse 2
This life of pain and sorrow stretches like a country road
But like that little lane from childhood at the end awaits my home
Where loved ones warmly wait for me, and God calls from the door
To the sainted saved by Jesus, “Come rest forever more.”
Verse 3
So I’ll sojourn on in reverence holding to my Father’s clasp
Looking toward to that blessed hope just beyond the sunset’s grasp
Each stony path I’m called to walk brings glory to His name
Will you join me on this journey to that bright and glorious day
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