As I looked out of my bathroom window this morning, the changing leaves on the trees looked aflame.
The leaves appeared to be burning from the suns' early morning rays. Already fragile. Changing. Dying. Beautiful. Hanging on for merely a moment more until the next brisk fall breeze sweeps them to the ground, never to bask in that glorious light again.
I felt God speak to me as yet another tear began to tickle my cheek on its way down to dampen my shirt. I'm like that leaf. Changing. Fragile. Dying. Weak. Vulnerable. Colorful. Appearing to have vibrancy. A dramatic illusion.
Why would you set me a blaze, God? Another sleepless night. Another sick child. Another night of teething and frustration. Another prospective moody Monday. Another log on the flame that has been this year. Another day of artificial glow. A forced smile, one conscious step in front of the other, weakness disguised as strength.
We all feel this way at one time or another. Sometimes, we experience a season of autumns. Several consecutive days of feeling like you're burning from unhindered exposure to the elements.
But God, it's so beautiful to behold.
To stand and watch the radiating beauty of the sun illuminating this years leaf crop, was truly magical.
Because His purposes and ways are above our own, they are always magnificent and mysterious and made to point back to Him; we aren't privileged to understand sometimes.
What we do know is, everything does point back to His glory. So when there is no answer for what you're going through or how you may feel, always default to "For His glory".
Autumn is but for a moment, then comes the cleansing of winter and the promise of spring. Change, cleansing/rest, yields new growth. Let Him gently work, despite the pain it may cause, in your season. May the Author of seasons be the Author of your journey.
"We need to learn this secret of the burning heart. Suddenly Jesus appears to us, fires are set ablaze, and we are given wonderful visions; but then we must learn to maintain the secret of the burning heart— a heart that can go through anything. It is the simple, dreary day, with its commonplace duties and people, that smothers the burning heart— unless we have learned the secret of abiding in Jesus."- Oswald Chambers, My Utmost For His Highest