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I love the colors of Fall. The other day, I was driving home from the store and the road wound through an area where the leaves were just glorious. I thought it looked like flames surrounding the road.
It's like, all year long, the leaves are just hanging out all cool and green and understated. In the summer, no one says to their neighbor, "I love your tree leaves!" No, we compliment others on their zinnias, their marigolds, their roses, etc... but not their tree leaves.
But the point is not that the trees get no attention in the summer. The point is that they do have a time to shine.
To every thing there is a season.
Maybe it seems like you've waited a long time for something. Take a look at what is left of the Autumn foliage. I did. It reminded me that God can change something that is pleasant (but not exactly exciting) into something that is so dazzling it almost takes your breath away. He transforms the green leaves into gold and red and orange and chocolatey brown and they declare the creativity and beauty of their Creator.
So, anyway, I am enjoying the colors of Fall and taking comfort from the truth that no matter what season of life I'm in right now, there is going to be a time to shine- all for the praise and glory of God. It's not about me. It's about showcasing the spectacular beauty of the King. In His time. In His ways.
That's what the leaves are teaching me.

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