Don't you just love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. -You've Got Mail
Earlier this week I passed one of the first patches of red, a tiny scarlet lady in a sea of green, -high up, one among a thousand trees on my street.
It made me happy- seeing that patch of red. It was so beautiful. And as I drove on past it I found myself wondering: how many other people will see that same patch of red? Was it just for me? A gift?
How many people will drive past countless wonders this fall and how many beauties will never be noticed?
Who notices the tartan tree alone in a forest? Who will see the showers of gold the wind brushes to the ground at sunset? Nobody but God.
I was reminded of my pastor talking about how God created the sea and the Leviathan "to sport in it." [Psalm 104:26] The whales- out at sea- playing- nobody watching- because God delights in them doing so.
And as I sat there and realized there were unspeakable wonders happening all around that nobody would ever see- but that they happened anyway because God delights in them- I felt a happy sort of kinship and gained understanding of my Father- the creator, the brilliant artist.
I think God must love New York in the fall, too. His love is contagious.