This is definitely my time of year. I can not soak up enough of the color that is in the air and on the trees. It has prompted me on a couple of occasions to wax poetic.
Still
“Winding Roads wrap around my soul like a scarf splashing orange and red Autumn.
Fiery hues consume me and lift me up to blue heaven.
I soak in the peace and am grateful for His art and how it hushes me.
Hope breathes still.”
TLH
I ask my husband every year to keep October as open as possible so we can bask in the glory of the season. He tries, but usually still books too heavily. Yet, we manage to squeeze in drives here and there.
This past Sunday, late afternoon, we made one last trek to gather up what was left of the color near Cave Run Lake. It was a gorgeous day and I snapped a few pictures as usual. I thought I would share them with you today.
My camera simply cannot capture the magnificence of God’s paintbrush, but it will give you an idea of the beauty that abounds in my neck of the woods!
MY OCTOBER “The wind sifts through the trees, harmonizing with the trill of a bird, not yet gone south. The nearby creek thunders through the woods with a mighty roar. October leaves dance, swaying from green to gold, dipping into amber and orange, blazing fire red against a scrap of blue sky that hovers just above the stately mountains. The sun warms the crisp air and I sigh contentedly from my perch on the porch rocker knowing that at last My October has arrived.” TLH
Wrapping color in grace,
Teresa
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Yesterday my husband led a congregation from his hometown in Worship. I was privileged to be a part of that service. Because it was truly beautiful worship. We were welcomed with such love and kindness. Peace was felt within those walls. Heaven came down and the chords that rolled off those ivories was simply stunning.
Rocky will be the first to tell you that the music belongs to God. It is a gift and he has always known this truth. He has studied, taken lessons and practiced more hours than we would ever be able to count and it shows. Clearly, it shows, but it is only because God has given the tools and provided the means for him to be good at what he does.
Last year he fulfilled a lifelong dream and graduated with his DMA in piano performance, and although he has the honor of having Doctor in front of his name now, it’s not a title he flaunts. I will however, tell you about it because I am proud of him, but not just because he received his DMA.
I am proud of him because he is one of the most Christ-like people I know. He is humble and kind to others. He shares his gift from the heart. He shared with me that as a young man, even before he became a Christian, he knew he wanted to use his music for God. And he does. He has used his music to minister to others in many churches, nursing homes and senior centers as well as weddings and funerals. He has used his skill to teach others.
When he plays it is like getting a glimpse into heaven. I’ve seen how God uses his music to touch the lives of others. I’ve seen people moved to tears when he plays. I’ve seen faces light up when they hear a favorite song. I’ve watched as families look to each other and nod their heads when a certain song is played. I’ve seen the comfort his music has brought to those suffering. I’ve felt the presence of God move through a room full of people with such sweetness that you just wanted the doors of heaven to open.
I’ve also seen the generosity of others in supporting his ministry and it is truly humbling to know that they believe in what he is doing. They recognize that he simply plays and allows God to have the glory. Yesterday, after playing with such passion and beauty, he ended the time of worship with My Tribute. As I listened to his fingers play the notes with such feeling, the words of the song, written by Andrae Crouch, came to mind and I couldn’t help but think what a fitting song to end with, because I know that Rocky knows that all the glory belongs to God.
The glory of God was evident in yesterday’s worship. Many people mentioned it on the way out the door and over lunch. For me, to sit in such a sweet space and to witness such beauty in worship and to see how God was using my husband to minister to us, was truly a wonderful awe-inspiring experience.
It reminded me, once again, of my sense of place in the world and how God is the author of where that place is. Yesterday, it was in a church in a small town being ministered to by my husband and being reminded that it is all because of the blood of Jesus. Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus. (click the link to hear him play)
Staring out over Cave Run Lake Sunday afternoon after the concert.
that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Philippians 2:10-11
Worshiping in Grace,
Teresa
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This is a continuation of yesterday’s Fall color photos. Today’s photos were taken in October of 2013 near Cave Run Lake which is near Morehead, KY. Enjoy!
The Lucy Maude Montgomery character, Anne, from Anne of Green Gables says it best:
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it? Look at these maple branches. Don’t they give you a thrill–several thrills? I’m going to decorate my room with them.”
Octobering in Grace,
Teresa
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“Winding Roads wrap around my soul like a scarf splashing orange and red Autumn. 
Teresa L Hardymon 