Change

When I was young, I would often lie in the cool grass beneath a giant maple tree in my front yard and stare up at the leaves as the red poison of autumn crept through their veins.

Without resisting, trees surrender their pride each year and drop their leaves. Certainly if they didn't, they'd damage themselves.

But what about us? When change comes do we grit our teeth and plant our feet? Do we tremble with the uncertainty?

In Daniel 2:21, we are reminded, "It is He who changes the times and the seasons; He removes kings and establishes kings; He gives wisdom to wise men And knowledge to men of understanding."

We are all on our backs under the ancient canopy of reds, yellows, and greens. We are helpless under the -sometimes abrasive - pull of change. But if we are wise, we will see the metaphor of the tree. In autumn, and then through winter, and again in summer.

Somehow, it's all okay.