Out of the watercolor sky of pearl grays and pale blues, from tips of high swaying, shedding tree limbs… autumn’s leafy rainbows dip and flutter – scattering like tiny gilt-edged notes — at our feet.
But — before we grab the rake — let us walk on golden and russet carpets, listen for the wonder crackling neath our shoes, slip our hands in and round this lovely pile, searching as for treasure. like a child sleuth reaching into an ancient tree knot to uncover “a clue in ye olde hidden mystery missive…”
Let us hold it close when we find it, looking skyward to the one who has penned our name across the linen envelope. For there it is, do you see?
I hold a sweet picture of you in my mind today. And of me… holding your hand, so tenderly.
You were my little lamb then – and oh, how I delighted in your open heart of innocent love for me.
I held you close to my heart.
I cherished your smiles. I forgave you your times of ‘falling down.’ I lifted you up, dried your tears, comforted your little-one heart. I filled you and blessed you with gleeful song… My wee child who sang of me and prayed from your heart…trusting and believing I was with you.
Feeling me there with you.
Talking with me of all your hopes and dreams and asking me to never stop loving you.
You are still my lamb now. I cherish these memories of the little-one-you-were and I LOVE the you that you are, even more…
I lift you now and want to comfort your heart and sing songs of radiance and hope and joy over and in you…
That you would know that you know — my love goes on and on.
I send you showers of golden-leafed messages to refresh you in the deep heart of love you gave me from the first time you heard of me, sang of me. I filled you then… with a deep knowing of me.
I flow over you…now…with that same knowing. I write melodies of majesty inside the very cells of your being.
I warm you inside and out in my tender, strength-imbuing embrace.
I help you to hear me telling you how dearly I cherish you; my sweet and lovely ballad to open and sing, I place like a music box in your heart.
You are always and forever, my little one.
As you remember the children of your heart, like you remember each one in all the stages of their lives – their lopsided child-heart smiles, reserved just for you… the joys and heartaches of their growing years…the light of love in their eyes today –so it is, I hold memories of you in my heart, hold you close, all the days of your life and into eternity.
Before I even formed you in your mother’s womb, you were a treasure in my heart — a dream-come-true to me.
I leave you with this wondrous thought, dear one —
you are one of the greatest miracles I will ever know. A miracle of love to me, because I am your Father, your Creator, the Lover of your heart and soul.
Every time I look at the beautiful face of this little one I just finished drawing yesterday… oh how my heart melts! I don’t know this child personally, since I drew it from a photo for a commissioned order. But I wonder if his expression – almost as if he wants to tell us something — strikes you similarly? [I can’t possibly hang all the drawings I’ve been doing lately, but I think I need to keep a print of this one somewhere in my home… Oh that face! 🙂 ]
The open-awe, drinking-in-every-word-you-say, love I see in his eyes reminded me of a sort of prayer I wrote for someone who was so in my prayers years ago. I hunted for my copy, so I could adapt it here for you today… for in the radiance of fall all round us right now, in this little one’s eyes, I hear the Lord’s heart echoing back for each of us... 🙂 and how he’s been holding on to our hands, even before we knew.
Happy Sabbath Saturday to each of you, friends…
a love note to simply let flow over you in your selah!
© Pam Depoyan
- photo: mine
- Pen & Ink Home Portrait shown above: mine, under my copyright (please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar. )
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This is day 24 of my fall series – 31 days to An Autumn Harvest of our Words. For these posts, I thought I’d explore a different twist on why our words matter…
Is there a God-established sowing, reaping and harvesting in our words?
Especially of His Words, spoken?
To follow this series, it’s important to begin here, A Prequel Post to the Annual Autumn 31 Days Linkup and then click here for new posts each day: