Blowing Leaves and Falling Emotions

There are days when my emotions fall like the leaves in autumn. Quickly, I find myself blown by the wind, landing on the hard ground; shriveled, dying.  Chilled in the crisp air, I am reminded of what is to come. The winter that lies ahead and once again, I am tossed by the wind and I land. Hard. Lifeless. No  longer do I look to the sky for rain's nourishment.  No longer am I connected to the source of my existence and oxygen.  I am all alone.


Then there are days, I feel as if I am hanging on to the tree of life with all I have left.  Breathing in and out.  Existing. Knowing I could let go, but knowing it would only cause me pain if I did.  From up here, I can see better.  Yet with seasons change, things do not look very hopeful and I cry.

Until days like today... when I choose to realize that although I am allowed to feel deeply, it is what I know is truth that really matters.  These days, I realize I am standing strong.  I am the tree.  Because I know in spite of how the crisp air chills me, or though I stand in the fear of bitter winter, I will stand because my roots go deep.

I am reminded today that I am a follower of Christ. I am in Him and He makes me strong, unmovable.

                                              And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to follow him.  Let your roots grown down into him, and let your lives be built on him.  Then our faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will 

overflow with thankfulness.

Colossians 2:6-7.

I am reminded today, that I am in "complete in him" (Col. 2:10). I am reminded today that I "died to this life, and my real life is hidden with Christ in God" (Col. 3:3). I am reminded by Isaiah that I will be "called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord, for the display of his splendor." (Is. 61:3)  I am reminded that I am "like a tree planted by rivers of living water,which yields fruit in season and whose leaf does not whither- whatever I do will prosper." (Psalm 1:3)

I breathe.
I breathe the air that comes from the source of my existence.  I accept His oxygen.

I still my thoughts, emotions tossed by the wind.
I ask myself, "What is the truth?"
I know truth.  He is the way, the truth and the life.

I believe.
I know with seasons change to expect beauty.
I don't know how, but beauty will come.

And although the wind is cold, and I fear the unknown... I know I am strong because I know I am connected to the source of life itself.  

And I am thankful.