Perpetual Falling

Crushing leaves underfoot

Winds whirling around my flesh

Air whipping my eyes and lips

Raking up debris and remains

Something that was once new

Turned to dust

Don't get me wrong. I love the colors of Fall, the warm invitation of the indoors. I like the leaf piles and the apple picking. I am just not a big fan of the loss. What is it about Fall that frustrates me?

Perhaps its the loosing of something I enjoy. Already I am grieving the sunny days of sprinklers and swings. Gardening and running. 

Kiddos flinging doors wide open and thinking to myself... there is no need to shut it. 

The good things just don't seem to last. 

Do my dreams and hopes seem like decaying leaves under someone else's foot?

Maybe it is time to crush the head of the dream snuffer outer.

I always wonder what season comes first. Was it Spring? Where the whole Heavens and Earth were spoken into creation? Or maybe Summer where Adam and Eve were working in their perfect habitat and harvesting the constant fruit and vegetables that were available when their  palettes desired.  I can't believe it was the Fall that came first. 

The Fall came in perfect order. And how fitting that Satan would fall from Heaven as a withered leaf falls from it's lofty branch. And how fitting that he should entice the first people to fall into temptation that led them to hiding and shame. How fitting. That the fall comes after summer. Sounds like Creation, Rebellion. What comes next? 

The frosty bitter cold. The desire for rest and quiet. Winter.....Redemption. And then the blossoms of hope. All things brought back new. bigger and taller than before.... Restoration. Its real. The perpetual seasons. Mapped out as reminders.

This world will continue to twirl and we will continue to spin, but I trust in the One who orders every leaf to fall. All things held together by Him in balance and care.

I am feeling fall. I am falling down. Like a toddler. Falling and getting up. Hardly fazed by the consistent unsteadiness. I am getting a little jealous. How come some trees get to keep their leaves longer. I really don't want to give up my protection. I like to hide my core and my system of covering the ground where my root system lies hidden. I am not a fan of being an exposed twig. 

But I am just that. The Holy Scriptures remind us that God Himself allows the twigs to get bruised, but He does not allow them to be broke and or cut off. I feel bruised. So for now I will revel in the relating to Fall, because it doesn't last forever. There is another season coming. A season of rest, which leads to newness...

About that Kingdom living...I am thinking a whole lot of Spring!