This Autumn, Remember

This autumn I want to remember one thing. Crazy goal, right? But in all seriousness, it seems to be the hardest thing in the world to remember right now.

It’s this–

God is the one who made the trees with a word, He created them and they are beautiful, He is the one who keeps them sturdy, and He is also the one who allows their leaves to dry out and drop in the fall.

God is the one who made us with a word, He created us and that is beautiful, He is the one who keeps us sturdy. And He is also the one who allows us to dry out and crumble sometimes.

I love autumn. It is a beautiful season of chilly breezes, rainy days, and bright slices of color drifting through the grey air. And so is this season in my life; It can be beautiful too.

With my chronic illness I go from spunky, sports-y, witty girl to a limp, head-achey, annoyable person within minutes. It plunges me suddenly into a wilting state, and it all feels like one big, sludge rain puddle.

I’m not asking for a bunch of really sweet, sympathetic comments. (Y’all are dears, tho! ❤ ) I’m asking you to join me in remembering this one simple thing this fall.

That what we think is ugly and dying in our lives, might really be something God has brought our way to be beautiful.

Sometimes we need to get to the end of ourselves. We need to dry out and crumble like the leaves. And then we need to drop to our knees and beg for His help.

That is what makes it beautiful like fall leaves are beautiful.

And He keeps His promises; He will help. ❤ Spring always comes again.

I might not see it yet

You keep your promises

My brother reminded me of this song on the first day of autumn, and it has become a new favorite and really got me thinking. Hope you enjoy, and TTYL! 🙂 ~A

Lyrics: By Andrew Osenga, David and JJ Heller

Sandals in the closet

Jackets by the door

Orange, red, life and death

Scattered round the feet of the sycamore

The waiting hands of winter

Catch us when we fall

Is it just me?

I can’t believe

The green of spring was ever here at all

You keep your promises

You keep your promises

I might not see it yet

You keep your promises

Everyone I care for

Just like every perfect dream

Withers, fades, and drifts away

Feels like we’re all falling with the leaves

You keep your promises

You keep your promises

I might not see it yet

You keep your promises

There is hope within the breaking of the heart of every seed

I know you feel the aching at the end of all good things

I believe in restoration

I believe that you redeem

Because I know somehow the sycamore will bloom again in spring

You keep your promises

You keep your promises

I might not see it yet

There will be life again

You keep your promises

You keep your promises

I might not see it yet

You keep your promises