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Gazing out over the lake on that warm Autumn day, the sun shone bright through the crystal clear blue skies. Sapphire... Pure sapphire.
Many of the trees were already bare; their silhouettes in stark contrast to the myriad of colors painted on the fall foliage. A sense of awe and melancholy washed over me. I was witnessing the different stages of a trees' life cycle.
Don't get me wrong. A tree, in all of its' greenery is an awesome splendor of God's creation; waving its arms in praise. But until Fall - when the leaves begin to change, and green turns to crimson red, bright yellows and auburn - do we fully take notice. For our eyes soak in the multitude of colors and we are simply awestruck.
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People drive miles out into the country just to witness the glorious change of season.
Yet suddenly, the simple scientific truth struck my heart... This seasonal splendor that we enjoy is a result of death! Through this my great Father reminded me that true beauty would shine forth in me, if I too, would die to self. Just as my Lord, had selflessly, died on a tree.
So as I journey towards Winter I know fully - I will never look at Autumn the same way again. For I know that as I die to self more and more that Spring awaits! And new life will spring forth again!
Praise You Lord!
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