In springtime, when barren trees put on new leaves, we walk around and marvel at the shades of green, the freshness. There are no blemishes, no crinkled edges. Just leaves, as spotless as a newborn baby.
Then summer comes along, the season when leaves shield us from blistering heat, providing a shady gathering place for family photographs and weekend activities. But summertime presents challenges for the leaves, trials of drought and disease, scorching days with no end in sight.
It isn’t unusual for leaves to shrivel, in need of a cloudy day and rain. And when the showers come, the leaves rally and hang on. Life still remains.
And then one day, autumn arrives, ushering in chilly days and crisp nights, marking the beginning of the end for the leaves; their time on earth is coming to a close.
But instead of seeming miffed about that fact, autumn leaves offer glorious colors as they grow old, majestic colors not seen before, full of light and splendor.
It’s as if they are giving back to the Creator, thanking Him for a lifetime of sunshine and rain, for good times and bad.
Oh, that we would do the same in our human existence, saving the best of our colors until the end.
Until next time, dear friends, may our latter years be more glorious than the former ones.