The Weekly Breather: Fall Changes
The seasons are changing and fall is settling into winter. With less sunlight, we can easily begin to feel melancholy or depressed. We long for light and warmth which will be months away.
Settle Yourself: Release
Take a few deep breaths. Close your eyes and hand over to God the stresses of your day.
Listen: Rest in the Word
He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season and its leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does, he prospers.
– Psalm 1:3 (NASB95)
Spend time really observing the photo below. Let it speak to you.
Contemplate the words of Bethanne Mostad as she photographed this picture:
“The bark is the covering of this grand tree—just as my skin is protecting my soul. My heart feels raw, rough, scratchy, and brown.
The bark is the covering of this grand tree. Rarely do people admire the beauty and strength of the trunk and feel the roughness of the bark.
Our eyes seem to focus on the leaves yet the leaves are the first thing to go when the tree begins to sense a need for nourishment. But, what now looks dead is very much alive. I remember that there will be beauty in the spring out of what now feels cold and dormant.”
Do you resonate with her words?
Prayer for Autumn Days
God of the seasons,
there is a time for everything;
there is a time for dying and a time for rising.
We need courage to enter into the transformation process.
God of autumn,
the trees are saying goodbye to their green,
letting go of what has been.
We, too, have our moments of surrender,
with all their insecurity and risk.
Help us to let go when we need to do so.
God of fallen leaves
lying in colored patterns on the ground,
our lives have their own patterns.
As we see the patterns of our own growth,
may we learn from them.
God of misty days and harvest moon nights,
there is always the dimension of mystery and wonder in our lives.
We always need to recognize your power-filled presence.
May we gain strength from this.
God of harvest wagons and fields of ripened grain,
many gifts of growth lie within the season of our surrender.
We must wait for harvest in faith and hope.
Grant us patience when we do not see the blessings.
God of geese going south for another season,
your wisdom enables us to know what needs to be left behind
and what needs to be carried into the future.
We yearn for insight and vision.
God of flowers touched with frost
and windows wearing white designs,
may your love keep our hearts
from growing cold in the empty seasons.
God of life,
you believe in us, you enrich us,
you entrust us with the freedom to choose life.
For all this, we are grateful.