I smell fall coming.
I smell the fresh rain and the crisp decomposing leaves.
My body rests.
Rests into the new routine.
I search to find my lost ring and think about how you search for me.
How you search for all my lost parts: the parts that still need to be found and rescued.
And I'm thankful.
Thankful for your faithfulness which is sure and is not false.
Thankful for your goodness and mercy that follow me like little butterflies.
Thankful for grace notes and moments.
Thankful.
Thankful for you, my other, my holy.
Amen
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