Not all the changing leaves on the acer are beautiful. Some have
great ugly black spots on them. Disease from within? Some have been chewed and
nibbled by elusive insects, leaving them light and lacy but not particularly
beautiful. Some are curling and weathered.
All will drop, whether or not they transition to a flaming
red. They will drop, providing rich nutrients for the soil, sustenance for
seeds scattered by the wind.
The flaming colours of autumn consume the beautiful and the
weathered, withered and worn.
It can be a relief to release the withered and worn during
times of transition. To just let them go.
Be still and know that I am God.
Autumn can be a time of peaceful quiet, of rest after the
frantic liveliness of summer spurts. It can be a time of focus, finding faith
deepening in the God who flung stars into space and who holds time in his
hands. Transition invites introspective and imaginative engagement with the
moment.
As I seek stillness in God, I ask him to take me deeper into
all that he has for me, right now, in this moment of transition, where doors
may be swinging shut, but new networks are revealed.
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