There should be a colour called autumn blue.
The sky is an incredible clear rich blue. The leaves are golden. There is no wind. It is warm.
At least I have windows to watch this autumn day pass as I work. But I wish I were out lying under this sky not looking at it through glass.
Reading Randall’s post and the words to the old hymn came to my mind; My Hope is Built on Nothing Less by Edward Mote. Here are the words thanks to Cyberhymnal.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
Even economic Tsunamis should not wash away really solid foundations. Not to say that they won’t be shaken but the rock under us should be solid. We must not let our affluence trick us into choosing to build our lives on wealth which can come and go seemingly overnight.