Sometimes, Love is a Red Autumn Leaf. 

I woke up this morning to three of four children already awake…before 6 am.  (The fourth followed soon after.)  There was no “quiet time”.  I tried to read and write but surrendered to laying my head back and letting Little Miss climb off and on my lap.  #1336 sitting close with Hannah.

All went according to plan until I opened the garage door to find another chunk of dry wall eaten by my dogs.  Then, Ms. Ugly appeared in all her…well, it wasn’t glory!

I sat at the table with the kids, trying to teach Math word problems…hmmm…and in he comes, after taking one of the culprits for a walk.

Sometimes love isn’t a red rose.  Sometimes love is a Red Autumn Leaf.  (He knows me.  It isn’t the fancy that gets me.  The opposite actually.  It’s the simple and ordinary that he’s noticed I love.)

I cry out to God with the kids for Him to help Mommy.  Her attitude stinks, her patience and self-control have been tossed in the corner and covered by anger; sin has gained ground this morning.  #1338 Maddie and me on a walk, #1339 Red leaf #1342 hot sun and cool breeze

The two youngest got off to school smiling.  The oldest got to go for a treat with friends.  Miss “Grace” Joy got laid down for an early nap.  I sat in the peace and quiet and beauty spot That Man gave me, and I read…

chara: joy…charis: grace…joy is an absolute assumption in grace…Sometimes we get so wrapped up in ourselves that we become the center of our own universe…Following Christ breaks the stranglehold of self in our lives as He becomes the center of our universe.  We decrease; He increases…Joy results.*

The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. 30 He must become greater; I must become less.” John 3:29-30

The day goes on.  I get a moment or two, a small nap, some kisses and hugs, some laughter, more gifts (#1343 our home,  #1344 biggest Brother playing with Little Sister) and this time right here.  This 20 minutes to bear witness of the kindnesses of the Lover of my Soul.  His Love is ever my treasure, and I am on the hunt daily.  Sometimes His love is found in grand provisions, in public affairs, in deep conversations, and sometimes love is found in only saying her name “Hannah” (Grace) “Joy” or simply in a Red Autumn Leaf.