God does a grand thing...he turns the lights off just enough by tilting the angle of the earth, resulting in the heat of summer turning to the cool of fall...
He shows off with a massive mural across the hills.
The colors were always in the leaf, it's just that they were in full sun, doing their thing, and the new life was busy producing chlorophyll...the green simply covered what was there.
The fireworks can't last, so the leaves fall to the ground,
and die,
and all that they did becomes the launch pad for the next seedling.
God does this is us too...
But we have to be willing to fall from the tree.
Look;
"At about that same time Jesus left the house and sat on the beach. In no time at all a crowd gathered along the shoreline, forcing him to get into a boat. Using the boat as a pulpit, he addressed his congregation, telling stories.
“What do you make of this? A farmer planted seed. As he scattered the seed, some of it fell on the road, and birds ate it. Some fell in the gravel; it sprouted quickly but didn’t put down roots, so when the sun came up it withered just as quickly. Some fell in the weeds; as it came up, it was strangled by the weeds. Some fell on good earth, and produced a harvest beyond his wildest dreams.
“Are you listening to this? Really listening?”
God composts all the good and bad from our past lives, and plants his new in us.
It was always there, waiting for us to drop.
A life that has become dead wood for God is the only place his New Life can grow...
Sometimes, we try and plant on rocky soil, and places like that...
But the winds and rains come and mud slides take it all away.
We can't produce the life,
or even prepare the dirt.
All we can do is let go,
and let God.
Compost for Christ.
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