beautifuls to browns to betters
I love fall. It's when seemingly fresh leaves turn beautiful and then ugly brown and then fall away, only to be replaced with younger, fresher ones. It's a season of beauty into a season of cold into a season of new. Doesn't life seem to work like that as well? When your life is seemingly okay. It's under control--your control. Life is good. You have friends, you have family, you have a job, an education. And it's beautiful, right? It's pretty..people like to look at it, people admire you for it. But then something happens. You slip up and turn mean, your heart is cold, your actions show it, too. The leaves of life begin to fall and it's God humbling you and bringing you to a place of surrender, humility. You fall back on your knees. Falling through what seems like dark storms, and maybe it is. You realize that you are dead in your transgressions. And for a season, a whole long, dark, cold season you sit on the ground, waiting and wondering. But ...