As I drove north, the once clear blue skies started to become spotted with clouds, as if a painter was adding them to the already painted landscape. It felt like I was actually in a painting. The clouds looked perfect, as if someone had spent hours creating them, adding just the right amount of shading. The landscape looked radiant, as the early morning sun fell upon it and lit up the countryside. The cows grazed in their pastures and the light breeze took the leaves from their homes to the ground. The drive from South Carolina to PA was beautiful, and I am so grateful to have been able to catch a little of the fall here on the east coast. I think fall is my favorite season. I said "I think" because spring is up there too. I'm not sure which is better, when the trees become embarrassed and change into all shades of color or when they find themselves and blossom and sprout into all they were created to be. Both are beautiful sights and I love them both. But there's just something about the fall that I like a little bit more. Maybe because it's the thing that ushers us into the holiday season, or maybe it's just the fact that I get to wear a hoodie and sit by the fire with a good cup of coffee. Cause that just feels right.
I feel like my heart is kind of in the same transition. This change of season thing is something my heart has been used to for a while, as I feel like I am constantly changing "seasons" and going on to new and different things. I kinda feel like a tree that as shed all it's leaves and my feet are stuck in the cold hard gound, with the bitter wind cutting to my bare bones. Not able to warm myself, and knowing that a cold hard winter is on its way, with spring nowhere in sight. I'm praying hard that spring comes early this year, as my bones are cold and tired. I'm ready to see some blossoms spring up in this life, that this tree would find it's beauty again, and live in the fullness of what it was created to be. The seasons are inevitable, I know, but maybe the winter will be shorter this year. I hope.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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'I kinda feel like a tree that as shed all it's leaves and my feet are stuck in the cold hard gound, with the bitter wind cutting to my bare bones. Not able to warm myself, and knowing that a cold hard winter is on its way, with spring nowhere in sight. I'm praying hard that spring comes early this year, as my bones are cold and tired. I'm ready to see some blossoms spring up in this life, that this tree would find it's beauty again, and live in the fullness of what it was created to be. The seasons are inevitable, I know, but maybe the winter will be shorter this year. I hope.'
ReplyDeletesome great words matt!.. something that i am anxious about happening .. that i know will happen in the all too soon future.. transition.. its hard and i hate it but at the same time i know its important.. for it is in those times i am being refined.. i know God is refining me so i can be as pure as the purest gold! praying for you