Stepping out into the 7-degree morning reminded me–
Seasons come, and seasons go.
As I stood there sniffing air so cold it tickled from my nose to my throat, I thought of something…
The change of seasons is really a constant cycle of life, growth, and total surrender.
I’m reminded of Bigger Dreams.
But this time the focus is a bit different.
Because before the young tree can hope to grow taller and stronger, and spread more leaves to the sky, it must first let go of everything it has.
Everything it has worked so hard for.
The very current of it’s life…
Every leaf must fall, to make way for a brighter tomorrow.
Those who don’t, might not have a tomorrow.
I’m somewhat a Michigan native, and I remember many times when the snow or ice came before the trees had made their total surrender. Too many of those trees never saw another spring…
Seasons come, and seasons go.
In life, and in the weather.
So while I await the unfolding of the next season of my life, my duty is clear:
Readiness. Willingness. Surrender.
There’ll be more leaves next year.
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