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Come Little Leaves – Revisited

WHEN AUTUMN ARRIVES with the vibrant colors of changing leaves, my mind drifts back to my childhood.  I imagine myself sitting in my grandmother’s lap listening to her sing Come, Little Leaves – one of my favorite songs.

“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,

“Come over the meadow with me and play;

Put on your dresses of red and gold,

For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

My grandmother’s arms cradle me.  I relax and breathe in deep. The fragrance of her lightly scented body powder fills my senses.

shutterstock_405739009I wriggle in a little closer and listen to the lilt of her soft, sweet voice.  I see the gleam of her snow white hair and feel the soft touch of her long, slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails. Life is good.

A smile emerges and spreads across my face as I remember her.  Comfort and peace envelope me as I linger in the past.  A pleasant memory.  One I don’t want to fade away.

I am grateful to God for blessing me with such memories.  I was very fortunate to have a grandmother who loved and coddled me.  I didn’t see her often; but when I did, she made the time I spent with her special.  Those memories are etched in the walls of my heart forever.

The gentleness of my grandmother, and the memories I hold of her, remind me of my loving Father in Heaven.  He, too, coddles and loves me.  He makes me feel special; like no one else is around.

shutterstock_10719163At this time of year, as fall approaches, I sense God everywhere.  His fragrance lingers in the smell of burning leaves and fresh combined corn fields.  I hear His voice in the honking geese as they fly south.    I feel His touch in the crisp, cool morning air.  I see His beauty in the color pallets of the trees; a canvas of artistry that compares to none.  Comfort and peace encapsulate me as the warmth of the sun slips away at the close of an Indian Summer day.  His grandeur does not escape me.

Memories.  So special.  So blessed.  So grateful.  I can’t help but give praise, honor and glory to my Heavenly Father.  For He alone is worthy to be praised.  His love for me never ends.

“He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with his love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”  (Zephaniah 3:17, NIV)

Prayer:  Dear Heavenly Father, As John wrote in Revelation 4:11, “You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things (including grandmothers) and by Your will they were created and have their being.”  It is in Your son Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.

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Song Come, Little Leaves by George Cooper

Come Little Leaves was first posted on October 2, 2014. This version has been edited slightly.