The profusion of summer foliage on the trees along the drive
obliterates the view of Scolty. Maybe in winter, I’ll prune those lower
branches on the Norwegian maple (or is it an elm?) tree so that next summer I
can still see for miles, or maybe I won’t, because they do look lovely right
now.
When autumn comes and the leaves change colour and then
drop, the view will be restored.
When life is full, perspective can be lost. I can be so satisfied
admiring the beauty of people I love, work I’m enjoying, a church where I can
worship in freedom, that I don’t even miss what I am missing. It’s when things
are stripped away, when good things are lost and I stumble into a challenging
valley, that my perspective is broadened. As I seek the solace of our loving
Father, I begin to see his trademark love in unexpected places.
Busy, productive life full of joyful reunions and happy
memory-making is wonderful, but there are hidden jewels revealed only when the
leaves of plenty drop. God is so good. All the time.
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