Fields of My Own Heart

The more Francis wandered into the fields of nature, the more he wandered into the fields of his own heart. The outer world invited him to enter his inner world. There he encountered the mystery of God who was at once, Most High, and yet infinitely near .
Illia Delio: Reflects on St. Francis’ understanding of God as love
Autumn. Fall. Santa Fe. The most spectacular season of all. In my humble opinion. Leaves turn. Golden. Orange. Red. Before winter comes. To exhale its cold breath. On those still clinging to the branches.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways. . .the trees! Stop me as I’m walking. As if God is calling out.
“Here I am. Don’t miss me. You constantly search for me. Reading books. Conversations. Do whatever you need. But I’m here already.”
Still find that hard to believe. God in me. As close as my inner world. Yet what else could take my breath away? What else stops me?
How can I give love, if I do not feel God’s love? And the trees. Those leaves. They are God’s love. Wrapping me with a warmth. A tenderness. I cannot explain.
I stop walking. If only for a minute. The outer world invited to enter my inner world.
God. At once Most High. Yet Infinitely near.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways.
God truly speaks through his works of art in nature. They are a wonderful reminder of his mercy and grace in this sinful world.