marked

The time for raking (sometimes more like shoveling) leaves is quickly approaching. Hopefully it will stop raining so that they can dry out a bit.

The leaves on the driveway everywhere made me think of a time shortly after we moved here when I noticed a bunch of leaf prints in the concrete part of our driveway.

I remember in our old neighborhood there were some sections of sidewalk that had been redone and someone chose to ride a bike through the fresh, pristine cement, leaving a tire track forever. It drove me crazy every time I walked over it later on. The same goes for footprints or any other mark that is typically left, perhaps irresistibly, in the once wet concrete.

This time though, I couldn’t help but smirk when I first saw these. It seems only appropriate that since there are literally leaves everywhere that they should be left in the cement also. It’s kind of surprising that there aren’t more actually, since I imagine it being nearly impossible to keep something from landing in a new driveway around here.

Then, I got to thinking about my own life.

When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit… Ephesians 1:13 NIV

I want this mark to be evident, unmistakable, defining, but most of the time it is hidden at best. Feeling thankful for many leafy reminders.