There’s something gracious about the way trees shed their leaves in Autumn. It’s like they celebrate the change of season, the loss of their coat with a myriad of burnt oranges, coppers and reds. Slowly and gently the leaves fall to the ground as the tree embraces winter.
If only we could be like the trees. Graciously and readily letting go of old seasons to prepare for the next. That things we need to let go of would easily fall from our lives as the leaves. That there is beauty in the letting go, beauty in dying to self.
Dying to self is freedom from the self-focused life. No longer obsessing with self or living as if the world revolves around us. Dying to self is part of being born again, the old self dies and the new self comes to life.
After Autumn comes the winter, but then comes the spring and the beauty of new life.
“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into His image, with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” (2 Corinthians 3:18)