Seasons of life
March 18, 2011 § 1 Comment
It is still winter. Sometimes it feel like it will always be winter. That the endless days of gray and dreary weather will always be there. The warmth of Summer and the colors of Autumn have been forgotten. The cold envelops all that it encounters. And yet, Spring is coming. There is a hidden beauty in dull, seemingly lifeless things. Winter shows what is really there. It shows our frame. The tree does not make the fruit come. The tree does not worry that the earth will cease rotating around the sun causing winter to be prolonged forever. The tree just is. The tree allows the Gardener to prune its branches. The tree lets its roots go down deep, drinking living water. The tree puts forth its leaves. It’s not doing anything extraordinary to bear fruit because it is made to bear fruit. The seasons will change. The fruit will come.