I don’t seem to be able to gather enough of these fleeting moments
And though for some it’s a reminder that winter is coming
for me Fall is a special gift to be treasured. Always.
Perspective changes everything, doesn’t it?
As a child I have fond memories of raking enormous piles of leaves with my big brother
and then jumping wildly in them till we just couldn’t do it again.
Sounds of laughter filled the air.
Squeals of joy at being covered with piles of red, yellows, orange and brown leaves.
Giggles when coming up for air again.
A child’s playground all around in that part of New York State.
But then a few years later I remember vividly raking and raking a seeming endless amount of leaves
needing to bag each pile and drag it to the street.
Huge blisters and aching arms.
Suddenly Autumn leaves no longer held a charm for me
but spelled hard work, pain and misery.
Today many years later
I scuffle through the leaves remembering the gift that for a time was painful
But still a gift.
Drowning in an ocean of leaves that seemed to accumulate as quickly as I could rake them
I cried out in despair.
No longer was I a young girl freely playing
no, I was older and needed to do my share of the work.
But gifts oftentimes do not appear to be gifts.
No, sometimes the gift is wrapped in hard work
blistering feelings and ripped heart strings
Relationship struggles that once seemed gift
but suddenly go wrong
Parenting challenges that stretch the heart and tax the mind
Bring one humbly down to our knees in cries for help and wisdom.
Still a gift, the Father whispers.
Look beyond the painful moment and hold onto the laughter of other times.
That day will come again.
Our Father works behind the scenes
Hold on to the gifts He gives
and treasure them no matter how difficult it might seem in the moment.
Leaves falling gently down outside my window this morning
remind me of His Love
and speak grace and hope
when the gift no longer appears to be gift.
Great is Thy Faithfulness