Brown, red, yellow, green of every shade tumbles fiercely across the paved floor like a blanket of motion spread by a horizontal wind. They rush to an unknown destination, but with such tenacity. “Though you have not seen...you love..and even though you do not see..now, you believe...and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy…” With that joy they hasten to their end--which they well know is not an end at all, but a new beginning.
The leaves of autumn.
They do not see forward, and they do not linger on what has passed. They merely tumble, roll, and glide their way down from the trees and seek their final resting place fated by the decisive wind.
Here there is trust.
Here there is faith.
Thus, there is hope.
Why are human beings so afraid of the truth here found? Even the wind chimes do not question to wind’s movement. They only but lend themselves to its path and sing even so.
How different we would be if we could learn to run like the falling leaves in autumn and dance like the wind chimes at dawn--reacting to the wind (The Lord) without hesitation. Imagine.
But then comes reality. Rationalism. Doubt. Worry. Fear. Practicality. Logic. All of the things that keep us from letting the Lord be the guiding force in our lives.
We are unable to rest patiently in the knowledge of His work and commitment to the fulfilling of His promises in our lives: a new day, a new perspective, an answered prayer, a joy unattainable apart from His hand.
And so presenting the conviction, here is a humble offering meant to encourage waiting hearts:
What artistry is presented in the leaves and chimes. What sweet poetic lines their life-ways make. And yet, they are inanimate--unliving, uncreating, unknowing. How much more, then, with our gift of life and breath could we praise the Lord? How much more artistry could we bring to the Kingdom if we were to act in such a way? If we let the Lord paint the picture--guide the brook--sway our song? He is the Master of Craft and the Originator of Eternal Beauty and he is OUR FATHER.
Our Father.
If we see such beauty in earthly, inanimate things, what is He capable of in a human life?
Seek His face, and He will show you the aesthetic unimaginable.
Love is letting go of control.
Love is faithfully waiting.
Love is being patient enough to see God, and the good work He first began in you, through to the end.
