I'm leaning back on a velvet crimson pillow embroidered with a golden stitched crown.
My feet are propped and crossed under a fine quilted throw.
There are magazines picked out just for me - sitting in the chair to my left.
There is a ham hot in the oven, a plate of snickerdoodles on the counter, a sky high carrot cake in the frig, egg nog in a glass serving bowl, and a woman mixing chocolate icing for brownies in the kitchen.
This can only mean one thing.....
I am at my mother-in-law's house.
You've been full and frantic this trip, but you have been sweet and fine and welcoming, too.
We've been all over the southern most part of this state - visiting places, hugging necks, popping in on people to say our quick hellos.
It's been three years now... that Ohio isn't home. Texas is our base these days, and I'm glad for it.
The Buckeye State is a great place to go back to, however.
It has these hills.
Hills peppered with red, yellow, orange, maroon, deep royal purple.
This place is a kaleidoscope.
Even since we've arrived - we have watched the colors of the leaves deepen.
All that chlorophyll fleeing so that the true colors of the tree can be seen and shown off to all.
And may we be like them!...
Shedding what's been covering up and shutting out who He made us to be!
Dropping brokenness that has covered up our true colors!
Yes, God. Give everyone reading this a revelation of who You are, of who we are, of what a healthy us looks like. Give us a glimpse of how You see us. Tell us the truth of our identity and condition. We want to be who You wove us to be. Heal damage. Heighten our awareness. Have faith flourish this fall. And let what You reveal and show and surface - deepen into such a fine hue.
I really, really need this from You.