Cold Tangerines

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

—Psalm 19:1

Right now all the leaves are falling, and there’s no reason that they have to turn electric bright red before they fall, but they do and I want to live like that. I want to say, “What can I do today that brings more beauty, more energy, more hope?” Because it seems like that’s what God is saying to us, over and over. “What can I do to remind you again how good this life is? You think the color of the sky is good now, wait till sunset. You think oranges are good? Try a tangerine.” He’s a crazy delightful mad scientist and keeps coming back from the lab with unbelievable new things, and it’s a gift to be a part of it.

I don’t want to get to the end and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing loud in the car and wear pink shoes. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes. I want my every day to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.