Sunday, November 6, 2016

Dear God,

The tall, stately trees in our back yard remind me to give praise to you.  Their branches lift upward as if in praise.  They are drawn to the light and remind me to look to the light as well.

So much of nature speaks to me of the spiritual life.  It challenges me, convicts me, and cajoles me.  It reminds me to let its voice be heard.  The season of nature speaks of the seasons of the spirit in human lives.  At this time of year it especially urges me to once again learn the lesson of surrender.  As long as the branches hold their leaves, there is no process for root maintenance and preparing for spring.  But when they let go, the whole process of renewal begins again.

Surrender.  Surrender.  How often must I learn the lesson of surrender?  Daily is the answer.  I cannot hold on to today or tomorrow will never come.  If I hold on to yesterday today will never unfold.  I will miss the value of each day.  I forget that today has gifts all its own.  And tomorrow, well, more treasures await.

As I look out upon the yard once again, upon the green, green grass, the red berries on the tree, and the yellow leaves falling on the trees, I know you are speaking and I am grateful.

Blessed God,
thank you
for the lessons
of nature.
Thank you
for the voice
that speaks
your holy word.
Thank you
for the wonders
of this season.

Love, Andrea