We drove a portion of the Blue Ridge Parkway while on our fall respite. Traveling through parts of Virginia and North Carolina, we were mainly in the northern sections of this beautiful drive. Similar to our Natchez Trace down south, this beautiful drive gives a panoramic view of the glory of creation-as far as one can see.
The leaves had begun their annual turn and it felt as if we were there at the perfect time. None of the foliage have begun to drop from the trees yet and there was still plenty of green. It was a glorious reminder of the stages of life all in one breath taking view.
The scene above was taken from Pinterest, but it captures the glorious scenes we OOH ed and AAH ed over for an entire day.
This is a carriage road which was by the native craft store we visited. We saw similar paths in New Hampshire. There were 25 miles of paths in the surrounding mountains originally built for carriages and horses and now used for hiking and biking. How I would have loved to had a couple of days to explore all those trails!
As I think about the sights and the fall colors we enjoyed, it seems to point to a reminder about life. Leaves start as buds and then mature into leaves. The beautiful green leaves work at important tasks the entire warm season. As the seasons change and the leaves have completed their task, they begin the process of dying. How wonderful that in this process of dying, they become their most beautiful. The final task of displaying those beautiful colors before falling to the ground is perhaps the most wonderful stage of the leaf to our human eyes. Having spent a long season doing the work it was created for--the leaf then has a rest as the chlorophyll production ends and the final fall is in the near future. Those last days are a delight to our eyes.
I hope as I age---and I draw nearer to the final day---I also might be the most beautiful. I am praying my colors might be a reflection of the glory of God's presence in my life and all that gaze upon me see the shades of joy, peace, and love He so lovingly has painted into my life.
You will come to the grave in full vigor, Like the stacking of grain in its season. -