My favorite time of the year (and it has nothing to do with a pumpkin spice latte!).
The changing fall tapestry never ceases to amaze and delight me. The leaves are going to slowly change from their standard brilliant green. They will show off in their tuxedos and ball dresses, draped in maroon, gold, orange, and even purple, but it surprises me every single year! I can’t get enough of the fall palette. It beckons my attention and I find myself lost in the wonder of it all.
As summer pulls her curtain, the stage is set for autumn to storm on the scene and take her photogenic bow. And she never disappoints and always gets a standing ovation from me.
The leaves however, know that the show will be short-lived. Maybe that’s why they burst on the scene and sing their hearts out for a few weeks. As the days get shorter and summer ends, there is not enough light for photosynthesis to happen. And the trees begin to get ready for the long cold winter by shutting down their food-making factories.
The fabulous greens caused by chlorophyll will disappear from all the leaves and the brilliant fall colors take over for a few weeks as the leaves begin their journey to the leaf pile. The brilliant colors are a result of the leaves dying from not having enough food. The tree knows that it will need to live off the food that it stored during the summer months and the leaves have to go. The tree hunkers down, so to speak, and lightens its load. The tree has to let go of its canopy or covering to live to see another season.
Lightens its load. Letting go. Hmmm. God is doing some of that around here. And even though it sounds painful, it is refreshing.
Sometimes we are called to let go of a good thing. To quit trying to make it work. To trust the call that God has given us even if it doesn’t feel right.
I have been quiet as of late, but God has not. He has been moving and revealing and shaking everything up all over the place. And I can honestly say that it has been good. Quite good.
Because He is good and I don’t have to claim that I am or that I am trying to be better. Because I can’t.
I can choose to wrestle or I can choose to rest. Either way, nothing changes who He is.
In abiding, I am learning that change is a necessary component of growth and adventure in an excitedly frightening way.
It goes without saying, I am scary excited about what He is doing.
Soul surgery is best done without anesthesia…I want to know and remember what He is doing and how He is changing me. Are you awake for your own life?
The leaves are falling, friends. And they are overwhelmingly beautiful. Can’t wait for the bonfire and roasted marshmallows!
When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. ~Victor Frankl