Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Breathe {inspiration for Wednesdays}

Does God still speak out of burning bushes?  I have not seen one crackling, in the midst of flames lately, but I pass by this vibrant sapling - ablaze with painted on fire - all the time.  And while it may not shout out from the inferno, it whispers to me words of wisdom.

I love the fall!  I love the colors of the leaves - yellows, oranges, reds - and to be honest I wish they could adorn the branches all winter long.  In the gray Pacific Northwest, colorful trees would provide a luminous delight during the long, dark days of winter.  But alas, it cannot be so.  Our decorated autumn lasts only briefly; the leaves soon relax their grip on the branches and allow the wintertide wind to carry them away.

It is an amazing process!  The tree in its most glorious moment, when it could hold on and relish all its beauty, color, and majesty, instead lets go.  It stands in beauty aflame for merely a moment or two, and then surrenders it all to the whim of the wind.  How sad to watch this sort of death...especially when these exquisite leaves fall on the sidewalk or street, only to be trodden upon or run over - forgotten with the next powerful storm.

But the falling of glory may prove to be a grace.

The tree knows the wisdom of creation...without letting go of its glory, it could not withstand the weight of the snow and ice to come.  In order to get ready for another season, it must kiss goodbye its grandeur, chose nakedness and wait for the gifts of winter. Without yielding, it would break under far too heavy a weight.

So does God still speak out of burning bushes?  I think so. 

Breathe, smile and go slowly.

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