It seems the grand old maple recognizes the rhythm of life.

The rhythm of life … a grand old maple. God’s message stood stoic before me resting against the hands of time, its grace shadowing the meadow grass with outstretched arms reaching toward heaven.

The Grand Old Maple Seems to Recognize the Rhythm of Life

Winter is coming. Barren landscapes. Cold, harsh winds. Brittle, dead leaves.

But before the winter blast, the maple tree bursts with glory, a melody of praise to its Creator. Fiery reds rub against the orange of apricots. Sprinkled in the kaleidoscope mix, bright yellow glistens in the sun.

It seems the grand old maple recognizes the rhythm of life.

The rhythm of life -- The maple tree is rejoicing with magnificent color, even though winter is coming.

Maybe. Probably.

Do I? Do I realize that God’s glory comes from within and isn’t contingent on my circumstances?

The maple tree must know this because it is rejoicing with magnificent color, even though winter is coming.

Do I walk in the knowledge that my life can give praise simply for who He is in the face of barren, bleak circumstances?

Paganini, a famous Italian violinist said, “Music is not in the instrument, but in the soul.”

The music of life — glorious praise to our Creator — is not dependent on external things. Genuine praise rises from our soul — that deep recess within where the Holy Spirit of God dwells. He is with us always. His joy. His peace. His comfort and guidance.

His love.

With us always.

And the fruit of His presence throughout the rhythm of life is praise, even though we know winter is coming.

Selah

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NAN