I love fall. The smells, the cool air, the bright blue skies all announce the coming winter. I love to be reminded by the brilliant gold and copper leaves, that like them, my days are numbered and soon will be over on this earth. At 57 I consider myself in the fall of life, brilliant colors and all! I so desire to live my last days like those mature, beautiful, fragile leaves that offer up praise with an awe-inspiring show even as their purpose comes to an end.
Now that it's close to Thanksgiving, the "death" image is all around me. Biting wind, dark days, bare trees all speak to death. Strangely, this is comforting to me. Knowing that I am ever closer to eternal living, I offer up each breathing earth-day as an offering.
Today I saw my retina specialist for a check up. I'm doing great - 20/25 vision. Still I have the reminder in my left eye. A little distortion, a black hole that sucks up a letter here and there if I only use my left eye to read. I love that reminder of where I once was; it brings me to a place of thanks for what is, and where I am headed in this fall season body.
2 Corinthians 5:4-5
For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up to life. Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.
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