Loved On

My five senses are on overload.  Actually, my sixth sense (if that's the one that feels God's presence) is working at high speed too. 

I've peeled and cored enough apples to fill two crock pots in anticipation of applesauce in about 8 hours.  I can still smell their harvest sweetness on my hands. 

A lit candle, so sweetly given to me by a friend, is filling the house with an aroma that fills my thoughts with all things autumn.

I sit in the curve of our bay window as I admire the way the sunlight filtering through the pine needles of the majestic tree in the front yard casts a soft light on the living room floor.

The dogs have had their morning meal and some backyard time.  They are sprawled across the couch to catch some morning z's.

I am listening to a book that reminds me to praise and give thanks to God who is more than worthy of thanks and all praise.

I'm in awe that the all powerful, all knowing, all seeing Creator is loving on me today.  Not just loving me, as He does every moment of every day.  But He's loving ON me.  I feel it.  And I can't help but love Him back.