Seasons and change
like the falling leaves
and the spent flower
leave a sadness
with their
fading
beauty.
Change is hard
unfamiliar and
uncertain
with a dirge of
lament we resist
the becoming.
“Let’s just always stay
the same!”
But without change
comes
deadness.
And what if it’s not
the end
but the beginning
of a new story,
unwritten and
unscripted
a new season
with beauty
unexpected?
I can be sad
that it’s over
or I can smile that it happened
I can dig in my heels
or march bravely on
into change.
Either way
it will
come.
And as the God of
the seasons
designs spring to
follow winter
so he allows the
seasons of change
in our lives
for our growing
and becoming.
For change Is the medium
in which a seed of faith
has the opportunity
to grow and
flourish
into something
beautiful.
