I noticed it there like a tiny hand reaching out and I walked right on by then turned back.
Again, thinking someone will see me, wonder why I’m fascinated with a small leaf. I wasn’t bothered before, I’d circle the walking trail oblivious to only what I’d decided God had for me to see.
So, yesterday I turned back and I was captivated by the rich red amongst the verdant green. A few steps later I stepped over one quite the same, told myself oh, there’s the sister, already fallen to the ground.
I’m surrounded by sisters, all teachers they are, brothers and little children too.
Encouragers, strugglers, strivers and restful ones, successful in ways I’m not and all storytellers like me balancing the joy of sharing with the question of our sufficiency to do so.
I’m learning to turn my gaze from all around to within, less numbing of my thoughts and more of a surrendering to someones leading other than my own.
Someone who knows, tells me so in a holy hushed tone.
The little red leaf is progressing, maturing, its positioning on the limb is surely just so.
The sun landing sublimely centered is only because of God and time.
Just as the ones alongside appear fresh and bright and new, the middle one is soaking it all in, gaining a warmer hue by the heat, ripening vibrantly and strong, the beauty so visible.
Our seasons are the same.
Soon the leaf will fall and land in the high weeds all around or maybe be blown nearby to intersect with my walk.
I’ll see it there as I continue and it will cause my notice to consider, I’m more beautiful when I’m surrendered, more fully farther along and changing with this season.
This season for me to allow the development, the spiritual kind, for His purpose and not mine.
It is brave not to resist, not to resist the changing, not resist the fall at all.
Linking up with Mary Geisen as she asks “Are you good at waiting?”