Golden Morning

My husband commented on how he came up over the ridge, the fog was just lifting, and on display was God's infinite beauty-a golden morning.
What a way to start the day. Even when you don't necessarily want to go out there to the city to work, you get a touch of the beauty that God has for us.

We went on a walk through our land today. Down through the field where the maple grove is. The joy that surrounds you when you see how the last ditch effort of the trees, to pull down their sugars and protect themselves from the winter to come, bring out their most beautiful side.  The bible verse, "Oh death, where is your victory. oh death, where is your sting" comes to mind. Even in the midst of dieing, the trees bring forth their glory!I feel like I am a bit like the trees right now. I am dieing to my old self and being reborn into something I have yet to find out.

Patience is something I was not granted enough of when I came to earth, but am having ample opportunity to learn. I think when I was sitting around dreaming of this land and this life, I saw it as happening instantaneously. Not taking months and months to take shape. There is so much potential. So much I want done right now.....And yet so little actually gets accomplished each day. Some days are very full, and some are just sitting around and waiting. Oh so much perspective! The fall leaves and trees are helping me with my perspective.


I think that things ought to manifest in a quick and definitive way. The trees take their time turning. They know that they are dieing, falling. But are they worried? Not a bit. They know that they are just one part in the whole of the tree and of life itself. They give food to the tree during the summer, but they know that for the sake of the tree in the winter they would tax the tree too much. So in the wake of their going, they put on such a display that even a blind man would have to stop and ponder 'what is this great light he sees'.
The mountains bring forth this glory in an even more spectacular show, by putting millions of these minor displays into a broader focus. All of a sudden you see the contours that you never saw. Or that one hickory, that during the summer was just another tree you didn't notice, is all of a sudden the most beautiful tree in the forest! Even the "weeds" in the field are in full bloom. What wonderful color, what awe I have.

 For a moment I need not think of the death of my "self" nor the time which it takes to be recreated. I just stop and ponder this moment of perfection, in which everything is finished, everything is in its element. The trees are not afraid they will not reawaken in the spring. They know they are just going into their rest faze. They do not think whether or not it will happen within a certain time frame. They just know.

When the winter cold is over and the warm winds of spring come through. The ground will thaw and they will live again.

Now I am not saying I will be able to be like the trees exactly. But maybe I can learn from them. Maybe I can read back over this and see my epiphany. Who knows, maybe in the throes of winter even the trees contemplate whether it will ever end.

 I will try to trust more like they seem to. I will try to just be. I will try to just enjoy these golden mornings while they last.