Tag: His Spirit

Seasons change

Trees. Luminous in the forest. As the dying begins.

Letting go. Piece by piece. Leaf by leaf.

Orange. Yellow. Red.

Beautiful. And certain.

Seasons change.

A divided heart leads to ruin. Fragmented loyalties weaken resolve.

Consider Solomon. Wise beyond his years. Or anyone else’s.

The divine instructions are detailed. Laid out so clearly. In two recorded encounters with his Maker. (1 Kings 3 and 9)

But he fools around.
Taking careless, measured steps.
Away from wholehearted devotion.

Winter trees. In crisp air at dawn. Stark. Branches bare. Empty.

The fog drifts in.

As I walk in fading darkness, I think about friends and family members who are suffering.

Standing weary. In the fog of impossible circumstances. Living with ongoing crisis. Conflict. Some with never-ending pain.

Cold and unrelenting winds whip through the lives of these loved ones.

And I ask how to pray.

What is His way for trees in winter?

Winter trees. Image by Simon Berger on Unsplash.