Skip to main content
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.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

God is doing a new thing..

 On March 18, 2022, I thought I might never be happy again. I sobbed my goodbyes to the man I loved and who I thought I'd grow old with. He was in many ways my world, along with our then four year old son. My world shattered that day.  But God had other plans. Do I understand why God allowed Matt to go home to Glory at age 38? Do I understand why all of our hopes and plans for the future were swept away on a tide of seemingly unending grief? No. I don't.  But I have seen God take the shards of my broken heart and fit them back together into something created for His honor.  Several months after my husband's untimely death, I struck up a friendship with one of Matt's closest friends, Ryan. We started texting each other about all kinds of random things: funny stories from our day, encouragement from Scripture, favorite memories or movies or events...we never seemed to run out of things to say to each other. I was finding myself very interested. But the timing was not r...

Slippers

   It is a frosty October morning. A new moon hangs in the pale sky.  And I slide my feet into your old slippers.  The thought occurs that I don't need to apologize for borrowing them anymore.  You used to ask me not to take them. They were broken in just right for you.  I had my own slippers. But after you died, I threw my own away. I didn't need them. I had yours. My feet needed to fit in the imprints you left. So I take a deep breath and open the door, And though my breath rises like a ghost into the cold air My feet and heart are warm as I whisper, "thank you."

Pregnancy Loss and a gracious God

  He makes the barren woman to keep house and to be a joyful mother of children. Psalm 113:9 A week ago, this verse would have made me angry. But as I slowly begin to heal after a miscarriage, I am finding comfort in that precious verse. This was my third pregnancy loss. Twice within our first year of marriage, my husband and I experienced this sorrow. It was heartbreaking. But we recovered as best we could. Finally, after almost a year of trying, I conceived again. We were so thrilled. We got in to see the OB doctor very early and I was closely monitored. All seemed fine. We got to see our little bean’s heart beating fast at just 5 and a half weeks on Dec. 22. (That was a joy we had not experienced with our other pregnancies which both ended before a heartbeat was detected.) Though I struggled with nausea and fatigue, I rejoiced at these symptoms of what I hoped was a healthy pregnancy. On January 12, I had another ultrasound. I was about 8 and a half weeks along....