Do not be deceived by the title “Delicious Autumn.” You will not be leaving this page with a recipe for the “best ever pumpkin cheesecake,” or the latest yummiest way to cook your Thanksgiving turkey. I’ll leave that to the other Mama Birds.
During October and November on the mantel over our fireplace sits a framed bit of writing. Several years ago I was visiting my daughter Kendra. On a “girls only” outing we walked through a little boutique with lovely seasonal items. I didn’t purchase, but as we browsed, my heart became attached to the lovely framed words of a poem. That year I found it under my Christmas tree, “To Mom, Love Kendra.” The poem reads, “Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it. And if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking successive Autumns − George Eliot.”
The word “delicious” means “highly pleasing to the senses, especially to the taste or smell.” The traditional foods of this season surely merit the adjective delicious, but for me the images that come to my mind with the words “delicious autumn” refuse to refer to food alone. Today I recognize that God has blessed us with things more delicious than even the tastiest treats associated with any of the delicious seasons of the year.
More than twenty years ago I completed a year of graduate work toward becoming an addiction recovery counselor. Years of struggling with out of control eating had brought me to an interest in this subject. The homework assignments I completed that year have become mostly a blur in my mind, but there is one writing exercise I still remember. The teacher challenged us to think of something in our lives that gave us a “natural high” and to write about it. I had to go home and think think think about something in my life that was truly more delicious to me than food. After much deliberation I wrote a paper about how I feel as I drive home from my weekly voice lesson. I started studying voice in the ninth grade. With over forty-five years of weekly lessons, I may hold the current title as the world’s oldest vocal student. In my paper I described how every week, after my 45 minute sing, I am filled to the brim with joy. I get in the car, turn the key, and continue to sing and sing and sing all the way home. And the funny thing is I don’t really care if I ever sing for another living soul. I am in some kind of ecstasy and it is delicious!
When I got my paper back about my “voice lesson high” I remember the exact words the professor wrote on my paper. In big red letters it said, “What is this? This is Awesome!!!
And it is awesome! There are so many delicious things in the world. My children are very aware of the meaning of delicious to their mother. “Mom, come look at the sky. It’s the ‘pink time.’” “Mom, there is a really cool bird in our yard. Can you look it up in your little book and tell us what it is?” “Give the screaming baby to Mom. She loves to snuggle a crying baby to sleep.” “If you are looking for mom, she’s playing in the river with the kids.”
I believe that every delicious thing on earth is a gift from God. The world is full and overflowing with “delicious.” Today I did a little brainstorm and made a list of the things that make me “high”—the healthy things in life that life me up, the things I find delicious!
I really don’t think there is an end, but I have discovered one thing more delicious than God’s gifts. It is God Himself—His presence in my life and His precious communication. The Old Testament prophet Jeremiah said it best, “Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart” (Jeremiah 15:16). Me too, Jeremiah! Me too!
As we enter perhaps the most delicious season of the year it’s tempting to focus on the delicious things as things that fill our tummies. This year I want to be particularly mindful of the delicious things that fill my soul!