November 15, 2013


The trees are dead. The leaves are gone. Their golden joy lies wrinkled and browning on the ground, and barren arms reach up to the colorless sky. The few leaves that cling are practically sneering, taunting us to remember what happiness was there, how good life had been. But all happiness falls like dying leaves and ebbs away until the only monument to the memory stands grey and brown, a stark reminder of what we no longer have.

What if we realized that those two leaves that cling desperately to the branch, that cleave to the vine, they are beautiful. In this stripped wood, their true beauty is more apparent. We appreciate more when we have less.

So maybe, just maybe, all this loss, all the leaves on the ground? Maybe that is the blessing. Maybe that is His plan. To be stripped of much and learn to be grateful, because it isn’t about how much you have, but how much you appreciate what you have. So let go of the leaves that have fallen, and see the beauty of the remaining two. 

Writing today for Five Minute Friday:

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