This is from my journal at training camp yesterday (Tuesday…I think) morning. Sorry guys more thorough blogs to come but probably not this week:
Sitting on a hill with my back to a tree I am reminded of Your sacrifice for me. A glance at the foliage above reveals the most beautiful scene – layers upon layers of leaves participating in this year’s grand finale. Browns, reds, oranges and greens fill the branches above me.
Some of these leaves are dead, barely clinging, their life passed on – things of the past. There is little beautyin their color. Representative of the dead, colorless things in my life that I am still clinging to, willing them not to fall away.
Other leaves are different shades of fire, they are in the process of being burned by death. Passing away with flair but passing away nonetheless. It’s a beautiful process in the natural as well as in the spiritual. Dying to self. Dying to fear. Dying to control.
And still more maintain their luscious green, seemingly unaffected by this changing season. Their day is coming soon s well. Every leaf will fall, just as every idol must bow before the living, holy and righteous God.
In the end, all that will be left is a bare tree. Just as in the end all in my life must be laid bare before the cross of Christ.
This is the season I am in. Beautifully broken, beautifully dying and all to be made beautifully whole in Him.
