When we moved here my heart filled with gratitude knowing that we had a beautiful sugar maple right outside our dining room window. It was a deep desire of my heart to have beautiful fall leaves in our yard, and God fulfilled that unspoken dream. I watched the leaves begin to yellow, turn to light orange and then to a robust rust before letting go and burying our yard in 3 inches of mulch.
Last year, instead of their beautiful show, the leaves simply dried up and fell off. No colors, no excitement, just bare.
We guessed it was due to all of the construction and digging that happened around it, but it cut through my heart knowing that what that tree showed was exactly how I felt in my heart. I was dried up, tired, ready to be done and dull. The fact that a tree could be such an accurate reflection of our life was astounding. I’m sure I’ll always remember the year that the tree lost its color because it was the ending of one of the hardest years of my life.
This year, our colorful tree has returned and I watch the hues change with awe and wonder. Our bedroom glows yellow when the sun shines on it. I can’t stop staring out the window while we eat dinner, knowing how fleeting this orange is. I want to soak up every last moment before the cold, dull winter sets in.
The tree is turning it’s beautiful colors once again, and I think of how I too have been renewed inside. Beauty for ashes, I know there’s a gift in there.
