Beauty is such a subjective thing, although I don't think many can argue the beauty of the leaves changing color, and the crispness in the air on a beautiful day, as summer fades to fall. Growing up in Arizona, I never experienced the changing of seasons, never looked forward to picking apples at the orchard, or going to the pumpkin patch, and bundling up for a tractor ride. I love that I get to experience these firsts with my niece and nephews, as their innocence and wonder truly bring to light the beauty of all these things. When one thinks about fall, it may seem sad to think that things are dying, preparing to go dormant during the winter months to come. But as was mentioned in church this morning, often times, things must die to bring new life. If I am being truly introspective, I have not been dying daily to myself, as Christ has called me to do. Each morning when I get up, when I should be laying my burdens at His feet, and filled with joy to serve Him another day, I have been less than enthusiastic in even dragging my feet out of bed. The days have been long and I am anxious about my fall classes starting for grad school and trying to maintain a balance between full time work, school, and a social life. God has brought me through three semesters of grad school so far, and I know He will bring me through these last two, but instead of focusing on all of the good that is around me, I have been bogged down by negativity instead. Today I was reminded to leave that negativity at the door, let it die, along with my selfish desires, and remember that death often brings about new life. And God can bring about the most beautiful life possible.
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