Autumn came in the night,
Her silent presence seeping through the trees.
They are painted with the beauty of change,
Embodying the idea of release and letting go.
The trees do not resist the changes.
They do not cling to their leaves,
Clutching desperately at familiarity.
Quietly they show us the loveliness found in letting go,
In dying to what was once their glory.
It is in this very release and death
That we find such great beauty,
The whisper of wind through dry leaves,
The golds and scarlets painted across the landscape,
A reminder that surrender to the One who made the seasons is good and right.
We, too, must do the same,
Letting go of petty desires, roots of bitterness, old ways of thinking.
We must die to selfishness and tear down the straw houses we have built in vain.
It is in letting go that we find eternity to keep.
It is in surrender that we find our true identity.
It is in dying that we find abundant life.
Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. ~ John 12:24
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