I love the changing of the seasons. That’s why I don’t like really living in tropical areas, although they have their upsides. But I love fall most of all. Seeing the changing colors, the crisp fall air, the smells of burning leaves and bonfires. I love it. But what is so interesting about fall is, everything is dying. The leaves changes these gorgeous colors because they are loosing their clorophyl and going through marcesence. These leaves lose their ability to even stay attached to what grew them. They slowing go from green, to red, to yellow, to orange, to brown, to crunchy, then to the ground. The process is so beautiful.
My wife and I honeymooned in Gatlinburg. It was so busy. Aftwe a few days of being there, we were informed that all the “leaf watchers” were there. I asked what that was, and they said just what it sounds like. People travel from all over to watch the leaves change and fall. It is something that a lot of people find beautiful.
Spring is just the opposite, its all new life. New flowers, new grass, new leaves to replace the ones that gloriously died the autumn before.
It takes a beautiful death for a new life to be born. There are a slew of ways that you could go with that one statement.
Change is hard. Sometimes it’s scary, fun, happy, sad, or all of the emotions. Change can hurt. In God, we shoud constantly be changing towards his will. We should constanly be growing, until we turn brown and crunchy and die. But that change in the right direction can be just like the leaves on the trees during Autumn. It’s beautiful, it’s pretty, but it’s death. Something is dying on that tree. Just like with us, when God changes us and molds and makes us, things have to die.
Change is good for us. In the fire, the gold is tried and purified. It is hot sometimes, it is melty and sticky, sometimes it is a downright mess, but God is doing something in you in the pain.