Autumn Musings

Fallen Leaves

As I trudged through the fallen leaves on my path this morning, I took delight in their array of colors and the     rustling sound they made as I walked through them.
But then I contemplated on the fact that I was actually walking through dead remains. The  nourishment of 
   chlorophyll had been stopped, causing their colors to come and then drop.
My Savior tells me that I am dead to sin. Just like these fallen leaves, I can no longer give my sins life.
The attributes of my lower nature needs to fall and be trodden upon.
At times, I may think I should keep one or two of them alive. Like this anger, maybe it's justified, or this
   bitterness, I have a reason for it to remain. Sometimes I blame my circumstances and demand that is why
   I can't let this mumbling go.
But my Savior says,"Release it, let it go, let it fall, tread upon those leaves, that old man!"
He reassures me that He has something better to replace it with, an upgrade. He whispers, "Let Me plant 
   those seeds of the Spirit."
And as I trust, obey, and yield, He replaces those dead leaves with budding vines of new growth, 
   budding vines of love, joy, peace, patience, and kindness.
It is then that I become alive to all He desires for me!


The Maple Tree

Thank you God for the colors of autumn.
This giant maple tree so fully robed in its green garments, patiently allows You, God, to stop the
     flow of its nourishment. In the process, this majestic creation of Yours, turns into a beautiful display of 
     golden splendor. Its splendor only lasts for a short time, but again, this creation of Yours does not
     fight or argue with You as You strip it barren! In it's barren state, it rests, becoming  nourished on the 
     inside as it awaits the promise. It awaits the promise of spring, the promise of a new beginning.
I thank You God that You care about me, Your creation, Your daughter. Yes, You promise that the work You have begun in my life, You will perfect. So I trust You, my Maker, as You work in my life in the 
    seasons of my life. I want to trust, like the maple tree. I want to trust, believe, and receive all You
    are doing.