I have a hard time letting plants succumb to winter’s icy grip. It feels like letting something I’m responsible for just die.

The beauty of Summer growth and the warmth of Fall lost to the cold and death of Winter.

But seasons are from Him, and I must trust Him with them. I must submit to them and cheerfully accept what they bring, seeing their purpose.

I am so very thankful for this little grey fox.

Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ. Eph 4:15

Speaking equates to doing, not just speaking. Speaking is too narrow a translation from the original language. TNTC p 130-131

“Speaking the truth with the wholeness of our lives.” Lisa McGary

We are flowers of the field who bloom and die and are forgotten. And yet He came to the earth to die for us that we might spend eternity with him.

Such a beautiful paradox.

Between seasons, unsettled, not ready. Oh for grace to trust and submit.