TAKING NOTICE: The Last of the Looks of Fall

I know I gauge so much of life by the season and the weather but it is just the way things are in a changing climate. You stop and enjoy, and anticipate, and your attention is constantly drawn to the present knowing what the future will inevitable hold. We soaked up ever last bit of those 60 degree days and the bright yellow canopy, but it is not entirely sad to see it go. I know the future holds cold cold days, but also holidays, and magical snow, and a sweet little newborn baby I can't wait to hold!

Andrew and I have been enjoying some intentional tv-less evenings with the fire place going and it has been so nice. We talk about books we are reading, stories we hear, and even spent some nights painting and just rediscovering some creative spaces which where lost for a time.

Andrew is playing worship for a upcoming youth retreat for our church and this is a song we have had on repeat around here. I love David Crowder's lyrics.

How He Loves

He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree

Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy

When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions

Eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful You are

And how great Your affections are for me

And oh, how He loves us, oh

Oh, how He loves us, how He loves us all

He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree

Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy

When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions

Eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful You are