... Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our hymn of
grateful praise." - Folliott S. Pierpoint
We are getting ready to celebrate Thanksgiving in my part of the world, and as I sit by the window thinking of the many things I'm grateful for, I have to include the unexpected events that led to my being transplanted to this awesomely beautiful little neck of the woods. No matter the season, I never fail to be mesmerized by the view.
About a week ago I had gone on a picture-taking walk around the neighborhood, expecting to be disappointed by what I would see, given the strong winds that came early this year, blowing many of the colorful leaves away before trees had much of a chance to display their splendor. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised. So much so, I couldn't stop pointing and clicking until my camera signaled it's memory was full (over 80 pictures later).
If you'd like to see some of my favorites along the route, click here. But in this post I'm sharing the ones that made me stop and wonder at how differently the trees had reacted to the same gusts. Whereas several stood completely bare, Some were only partially so, and yet others seemed not to have been affected at all. Hmm. Somewhere in here there seems to be a lesson to be learned.
It makes me think of the way our perceptions color the way we react to the things we are presented with in life, how what causes one person to get all bent out of shape, may have no effect on another at all. But then again, it also reminds me of the parable of the wise man who built his house upon the rock (Matthew 7:24-27).
