Looking out the window at the beautiful fall day, I marveled at the brisk winds as they ripped the leaves off the trees in our backyard. The sky was overcast and the winds came in harsh swirling bursts that made little tornadoes of the leaves.
Immediately after thinking how much I love the beauty of fall I realized how disconcerting the exact same weather conditions would be in any other season. But now, at this moment, they are perfect and necessary.
The leaves being ripped away are dead. They have served their purpose of providing shade from the heat of summer. They have lost their green. By falling to the ground and rotting they will fertilize the soil and provide a foundation for the new growth of spring.
Before the new growth comes, the leaves must fall.
I look out the window and I appreciate this season. The leaves are falling. The soil is being fertilized. New growth will come.
For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.