Autumn reds have transformed into deepest burgundy velvet; lemon yellows now reflect burnished gold. Stark branches stretch towards the heavens and yield their transition to the new season of winter into the hands of their Creator, the Lord our God.
I picked up my steps as I rounded the curve along our country road. A strong north wind watered my eyes and blushed my cheeks. But my thoughts turned towards Jesus and His unfailing love and especially towards His mercy, new every morning.
Especially His mercy, new every morning.
God Wanted Me to Learn from the Transition of a New Season
His mercy is certain, just as the new season of winter is soon to arrive.
A lone red oak stood in the elbow of the curve, its branches stripped bare from the assaulting wind — bare except for one solitary leaf just above my head now clothed in deepest burgundy velvet.
One solitary leaf.
One solitary life … Jesus.
I thought of His crimson blood that flowed on Calvary’s Hill and then realized that the crimson of Jesus’s blood transitioned to deepest burgundy velvet as it dried, only after accomplishing the sacrifice for the atonement of our sin — deep burgundy velvet just like this one solitary leaf.
And, His life’s blood still catches my attention as I, too, transition from one season to another, and struggle with the what-ifs while I wait for God’s plan to unfold.
I still cling to the cross, rugged and bare, and now I can see the deepest burgundy velvet of the crimson blood that accomplished so much for me — I can see the purpose of transition and the need for the hush of glory while waiting for the new life of spring.
I thought of a verse in Isaiah that spoke into my weary spirit this week. Isaiah 41:9-10 reads, “You are My servant, I have chosen you and have not cast you away: Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”
I Can Trust the Lord Through Every Transition, Through Every Season
To me, those words speak of the deepest of burgundy velvet, garnished in burnished gold.
For He is the One who hung the stars in place.
He is the One who tells the seasons when to turn.
And He is the One who orchestrates all the days of my life through every new season, even those days which stand stark before Him clothed in deepest burgundy velvet.
Selah
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