My sweet friend,
It has been quite some time since I have written, but I am so excited to fill my paper with ink once again. I have said this before and will proclaim it as long as my hands can write— there are seasons where writing is needed and seasons where listening is even more so. Sweet friend, this season of my life has been the sweetest. I have been filled to the brim with joy.
During this time of listening, I have learned to treasure the fall. I have seen the leaves turn and rip off their branches and I have seen trees turn from colors to bare. I have seen it all in this season. Isn’t it beautiful how even when creation dies, our world is once again filled with colors? The colors that fade away in the coldness and don’t come back till spring?
In the middle of the moments in my life where my words are dry and few, I pray that even so, creation captivates your heart as it has done for me these last few months. And when your heart sits in the dryness of the winter cracked roots, the Living Water acts like a spring of life beneath filling your roots with strength.
The most beautiful part of fall is that the trees are preparing for the storms… the winter storms. The storms that rip all their leaves off and leave their trunks frail and weary. But even then, they will sing praises to their Creator in hopes of a new spring to come. They will rejoice in the ripping of their leaves because it is Him who clothes them with new leaves.
Because, as you know, joy comes in the morning. And even in the frigid winters where it seems like our roots are frozen, there is hope of a new spring to come. Keep moving forward, sweet friend. The sun is yet to come!
Oh Lord, make all things new!
Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains.