Fall, A Time For Things To Die
I’m sitting a church.
I think I’m in my mid thirties.
I was going through a rough patch, really rough.
KEZI was out to fire me.
To me it felt like the world was imploding.
A woman sitting behind me taps me on the shoulder and says “God wants you to know He is pruning you this Fall so in the Spring new life will be born in you.”
This woman had no idea what was going on in my life.
It felt like God was kissing me on the cheek, to let me know while things would not “get better” immediately, there was a plan.
With all the headlines of despare remind yourself there is a plan.
When haters come on the attack remember they are afraid, living in hopelessness, because they have nowhere to place that burden but on themselves.
When leaves start to die their most beautiful display of color is the result, yet they are falling (dying).
The nakedness of Winter will come but so will the new leaves of Spring and the splendor of Summer.
Perhaps the best way to come to peace with the death of things is to remind ourselves, death is part of the process and death makes room for new and more sturdy things to grow.