Preparation. Maybe the trees aren't losing their leaves; Maybe they are letting them go. Maybe somehow they know winter is coming and they must shed anything that is not trunk or branch.
Preparation. Animals store food and find homes. How do they know?
(I am and we are all hopelessly unnatural in our
organizing, patterning, reasoning, and determining everything. How did we learn these nervous habits?).
But I am here, here in the woods, where creatures and creation bend to God's design. They wait and listen and feel. And somehow, they know!
Perhaps it was during such a season that we found, like a bare tree in late fall that has released all of its leaves, a newborn God, stripped.
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