God at Work

     Every season of the year has it glory. We are now enjoying Fall when the leaves change their color, the rains fall and the wind blows them from the trees. They are no longer the gleaming green that formed in the Spring but have served their turn and and passing away. (People are much like that also.)

     As I look out my window and see the leaves being scattered across the yard and the limbs being stripped of their foilage, I see it as God at work. Through the nature He created, God is at work. This is expected. He designed it and He sustains it. Leaves in the air; God at work.