Thursday, November 5, 2009

To Everything There is a Season

So glad I took this a week or so ago:

because now it looks like this:

The leaves, glorious in their fall finery, could not withstand the wind and rain. Their beauty meant something was dying.

Please pray this morning for the teacher for whom I am subbing in a few weeks. In addition to her own health problems , she lost her father Tuesday. I cannot imagine the physical and emotional stress of going through that while in the ninth month of a high-risk pregnancy.

Yesterday I spent a lot of time thinking about losing my own father almost three years ago in December.

I remember those last days, both beautiful and terrible.
To sit at the bedside of that elderly man in his final hours was one of the great privileges of my life.
To know that he had finally seen his need for a Savior days before was one of the great blessings of my life.

I don't really understand this mystery of living and dying. I only know that God so cherishes this cycle He created that, through it, He imparted grace to the fragile things He made.

The sacrifice of Jesus Christ brought our pardon and set us free from our earthbound chains of sin and death.

His beautiful and terrible dying meant something could now be living.

Be blessed,


  1. I really appreciate your words - they speak volumes about so many things. Causes me to stop and think about all these things. My heart is alongside yours. And praise the Lord your dad 'got it'. That's wonderful!

  2. Ginger, I was out snapping some photos earlier this morning of a tree that had the most beautiful leaves. How quickly the seasons and the leaves change. I said a prayer for the teacher you are subbing for in a few weeks. I am so thankful through death the LORD brings life. Blessings to you!