Autumn Leaves Keep Falling

The tip of the iceberg

I laid the leaf blower on the ground and looked at the huge pile of leaves now waiting to be mulched.  Ever so briefly I considered jumping into the pile as if I were five years old again, but something about not wanting to itch for the next hour and pure exhaustion changed my mind.

A husband would be a handy thing to have about now, I told myself. 

In my head I immediately heard, “Just because you’re married doesn’t mean your husband’s going to be handy.”  I don’t know why people love to shatter my dreams with that bit of uncalled for wisdom, but they do.

Even someone who’s not handy could surely rake leaves, I answered back.

In my early days of home ownership, I used to dread the cascading of leaves.  For hours upon hours I’d rake, mow, and bag what seemed to be a never-ending supply.  I’d look at the huge pile of leaves in front of me and then look up into the tree.  It seemed as full of foliage as ever, and I’d groan in discouragement. 

For some reason, perhaps because I have better tools now, I see it a little differently.  I look at this tree and think of how God without fail brings us season after season.  I know that just as certainly as the sun is going to come up tomorrow morning, more leaves are going to fall off the big maple tree in my backyard.  Eventually though, the leaves will run out, and winter will set in.  I’ll be done with the chore for another year. 

My thoughts turn to God’s never ending supply of love for us.  Unlike my tree and its falling leaves, His compassion for me, His child, will never end.

“This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope.  Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not.  They are new every morning:  Great is Your faithfulness.”  Lamentations 3:21 – 23

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