Something about this fall has me pausing to worship more often.
I'm so thankful for the gorgeous colors everywhere. Even near the trees that have completely shed their autumn splendor, there are low-lying bushes in crimson glory and creeping vines of fiery rust.
Pause and worship.
When we see the small miracles that often go ignored.
When we notice glorious artwork by the amazing Artist.
When the Spirit nudges us and we're plunging ahead to the next task.
Pause and worship,
for He is worthy.
The Blossoms found this leaf in the barnyard during chores the other day.
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