A psalm – A time for pondering
The fragrance of yesterday’s baking to gift some friends in the midst of never-dreamed circumstances still lingers about my home this eve… like the ongoing prayer that went into marbling melted chocolate into that cake batter and the hope sprinkled on its topping of coconut, butter, walnuts and sugar. Warmly redolent, it reminds me… you are in the details, Father, aren’t you? In the specially-planned and often considered little things, the taste of joy on the tongue, the hearth-light of a home.
Autumn reminds me of that too, Lord. For I think – this everlasting longing for cosy and simple beauty and breaking bread made by hand and bubbling up pots of soul-warming soup to share – it’s been such an ingrained part of who you made me to be. It makes me think… it must be such a window into a depth of your heart too. That you are even now preparing dwelling places – homey and charming and assuring — for us, in your heaven. That you call us to haven and refuge under your paternal wings, like a mother bird to her young.
I see the cherishing of the old and exquisitely designed in you, Master carpenter… like those of a century and more ago who took pride in handcarving and rubbing genuine mahogany or oak to mirror finish, to designing wrought iron railings with smooth rounded banisters, to making windows simple works of art… and putting character into every minute piece.
Did you think of such things when you created this season of fiery palette and rapidly cooling days – that it would lead us back to treasuring the snug times and places of life, and sharing the gifts of peaceful in our homes made secure by you? Taking each other’s cares and joys to heart… building fires in the chimney grate of our days, to warm and cheer and encourage the heart-worn among us?
Do you yet whistle to the leaves each time fall approaches, calling them to reflect and spill forth your Glory and Majesty, like light through stain glass… so that each season’s canvas is new and fresh — in the way cold air signals geese to turn south? Do you take up your paintbrush and splash radiant, breathlessly beauteous colors here and there with design to turn our sailing hearts to thoughts of you and home?
I mull over these imaginings as I roll soft mounds of biscuit dough from two generations of family women ago, loving the feel of its weight and shape and texture in my hands – and not knowing quite why it makes me feel so warm and happy to hold and form and pat it out to bake. Like the feel of cuddling a child’s flannelled bottom close in my arms. And feeling their warm breath on my cheek, or watching them bury their faces against mom under endearing shy smile.
As I place the formed biscuit pieces close and touching on the baking sheet, I wonder… is this how you feel as you knead our lives together in you?
Oh Lord, if so… write your heart of Autumn on our spirits, lead us on through your bridge towards home and draw us closer under your feathers, safe from the outside cold.
What are you praising Him for most in this season?
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© Pam Depoyan
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