What is it that causes us to fill up with astonishment in the sight of beauty?
This autumn I’ve been especially savoring peaceful walks around the city with Nathan, my boyfriend. The leaves seem more vibrant than any other autumn I remember. The rustling of old leaves under our feet as warmly colored leaves swirl down from branches overhead, it’s such a cozy time of year.
So what is it that gives me this feeling of awe? If the colors of autumn were an end in and of themselves, then the joy they bring us is wrought with the bitter reality that our enjoyment is over once the snow starts burying them. But if their beauty points our hearts to the Creator of them, then we can enjoy something greater than them long after they are gone.
Every gush of wind that sends these colors flying is painting a picture of Someone greater.