For some reason, I’ve become kind of hung up on old barns and beautiful autumn color lately. Maybe it’s because of our special drives this year. Maybe it’s because the character that abounds in those rugged buildings that have seen better days. I think about those who tended the animals in those structures – who milked the cows – tossed hay into the stables – worked and almost lived in those edifices. It could be because I have a special love for this time of the year. The smells, sounds and sights arouse all my senses. Fresh apples, pumpkin spice and the crunch of fallen leaves under my feet.

For the past few days, we’ve had our share of rain in the area. Now those beautifully peaked colors will be disseminated into the earth to prepare it for the winter. For me, rain conjures up thoughts of God’s tears falling on us, either to wake us up or to calm and refresh us.   I think God cries when He sees all the evil that infests our world.  When wars erupt and nations fight against nations, the storms seem to increase. His heart must ache when someone denies His existence but imagine His joy when a lost lamb returns to the fold.

My mind goes back to a wonderful old movie – “Singing in the Rain.” I remember Gene Kelley dancing, splashing in puddles, all while being attached to his umbrella. I have dreamed about dancing like that – in the rain – with no pain in my knees and joy in my feet. I know that dream will come true someday. In the meantime, I will remember what benefits we gain when it rains. It makes my heart happy to think of what God does through all elements of the weather and the change of seasons. Even when winter finally comes and death is near, He is with us through every storm.

What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again!