Breathe with me today. Watch a tree.
Something amazing happens when we take time to see . . . not just look.
Over the weekend my husband and I had a time-out from busy schedules to be entertained by autumn in the mountains. Bound to routine I’ve been guilty of doing a drive-by rather than a rest-in during the fleeting season.
Although it was a scenic drive to the mountain, I couldn’t wait for the next morning.
A daybreak devotional of just . . . seeing.
WHO could do this and keep it going? Seasons come every year right on time. Trees remain trees, but they become different. No cosmic accident or complexity of chlorophyll, but the unique handiwork of a master Artist whose palette can’t be duplicated.
Everything changes and nothing changes.
Radical glory reflected in a mirror image on the lake, interrupted by ripples from the current.
I thought of how we were created to reflect the glory of God. I thought of the ripples in our life.
Journal and pen . . . I walked to the familiar (prayer) bench where my writing was birthed a few years ago. Bottled up life poured out on paper. Thank you, Sue.
I noticed dated entries from this time of year when our family faced trials. Comas, transplants, near-fatal car accidents, all recorded . . . in remembrance of God’s glory.
Remembering, I walk back along the parchment path. Unchanging evergreens form a towering cathedral over the fading glory. Tall trees undressing before my eyes become naked for winter.
Fleeting autumn splendor.
So, my journal entry this fall day, dated 2012 . . Gratitude. Thank you, Father for allowing me to (keep) seeing what You’ve done and for bringing me through the dying times . . . the “rippling” times, that reveal your glory so well . . .love, daughter.
We, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord. 2 Corinthians 3:18