As November Leaves Fall
As November Leaves Fall...
Autumn has always been my favorite time of year, in New York especially. All of the trees lined up sporting a vast selection of harvest colors, purple, orange, cranberry red, golden yellow and coco brown.
When I think of fall many things come to mind. Fall is a time of promotion, children are promoted to the next grade, students enhance their knowledge at a higher level. Fall is a time of gathering, we gather pumpkins and pick apples. Fall is a time of thanksgiving, fall is a time to acknowledge our loved ones and cherish hearty moments spent preparing an abundant fest.
For my family fall is watching Charlie Brown hunt for the Great Pumpkin, baking sweet potato pie and banana pudding and deciding who would lick the spoon. Fall is writing vacation lists for the next year. Fall is twisting to Sam Cooke and sipping cinnamon sprinkled eggnog. Fall is picking partners for Taboo and screaming at the television during a game of Scene It. Fall is random car trips to Central avenue and shopping at Cross County near Yonkers Raceway. For me fall was curling up with a good book on Aunt Tash's red sofa and the nostalgic sounds of the Metro North zipping by in autumn dusk. Fall was sitting around chatting past midnight with my favorite people in the world, the girls, my mom and my aunts.
But this fall winter intruded without warning and it knocked me off my feet. I wasn't prepared for winter to overlap fall. It is not a good feeling.
As the leaves blow past my window I ask God, 'where did autumn go? Why can't she return to me?'
As December makes his entry, twenty ten is drawing to close and I can't remember the beginning. As the leaves slip out of the grasp of their woody owners, life has slipped away from me. A dear life that watched me grow. A life that encouraged me. My number one cheerleader. A life that always saw the best in me. A life that had the ability to make me laugh till my stomach ached. A life that was apart of my biggest dreams was carried away by the November wind. This bright spirit is present with the Lord but away from me. Fall is gone. Winter has arrived and the weather is brutal, bitter and cold.
But winter is not triumphant.
Although there will always be silence where her voice should be, winter is brief and life will renew itself.
Until then I wrap myself in God's warmth, his word is my daily furnace, his promises are my hearth. Never will the righteous be forsaken.
Even though, the winter storm blows inside me I can't crumble, my mind doesn't scatter, my bones will not rattle. My heart still pumps. My blood still flows warm... And although the leaves have fallen I AM ALIVE!
I am alive and I am grateful.
Yet I don't understand I will still trust him.
Though the days are short and the December nights are long, March will come forth and I will see the sun in all it's glory shine on me
Then I will understand why winter had to come.
The Bible says, Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
That day will come when the mysteries of life will be revealed. I am looking forward to that glorious day!
I don't understand why winter had to come and take my colorful aunt away. The world is not as vibrant without her splash of vivacity. She was a gust of fresh air, a scent of amber and honeydew, a breathtaking orchard, a hummingbird in flight leaving this finite world behind.
Dear aunt, I don't understand why you had to depart so sudden or so soon but I latch on to the hope that in a moment I will "Get It".
For now... I bundle up in the comfort of my best friend, Jesus, who soothes my shivering and blankets me with gentle peace during this bare season. I am thankful to have shared twenty four autumns with Aunt Tash.
When I think of fall many things come to mind. Fall is a time of promotion, children are promoted to the next grade, students enhance their knowledge at a higher level. Fall is a time of gathering, we gather pumpkins and pick apples. Fall is a time of thanksgiving, fall is a time to acknowledge our loved ones and cherish hearty moments spent preparing an abundant fest.
For my family fall is watching Charlie Brown hunt for the Great Pumpkin, baking sweet potato pie and banana pudding and deciding who would lick the spoon. Fall is writing vacation lists for the next year. Fall is twisting to Sam Cooke and sipping cinnamon sprinkled eggnog. Fall is picking partners for Taboo and screaming at the television during a game of Scene It. Fall is random car trips to Central avenue and shopping at Cross County near Yonkers Raceway. For me fall was curling up with a good book on Aunt Tash's red sofa and the nostalgic sounds of the Metro North zipping by in autumn dusk. Fall was sitting around chatting past midnight with my favorite people in the world, the girls, my mom and my aunts.
But this fall winter intruded without warning and it knocked me off my feet. I wasn't prepared for winter to overlap fall. It is not a good feeling.
As the leaves blow past my window I ask God, 'where did autumn go? Why can't she return to me?'
As December makes his entry, twenty ten is drawing to close and I can't remember the beginning. As the leaves slip out of the grasp of their woody owners, life has slipped away from me. A dear life that watched me grow. A life that encouraged me. My number one cheerleader. A life that always saw the best in me. A life that had the ability to make me laugh till my stomach ached. A life that was apart of my biggest dreams was carried away by the November wind. This bright spirit is present with the Lord but away from me. Fall is gone. Winter has arrived and the weather is brutal, bitter and cold.
But winter is not triumphant.
Although there will always be silence where her voice should be, winter is brief and life will renew itself.
Until then I wrap myself in God's warmth, his word is my daily furnace, his promises are my hearth. Never will the righteous be forsaken.
Even though, the winter storm blows inside me I can't crumble, my mind doesn't scatter, my bones will not rattle. My heart still pumps. My blood still flows warm... And although the leaves have fallen I AM ALIVE!
I am alive and I am grateful.
Yet I don't understand I will still trust him.
Though the days are short and the December nights are long, March will come forth and I will see the sun in all it's glory shine on me
Then I will understand why winter had to come.
The Bible says, Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
That day will come when the mysteries of life will be revealed. I am looking forward to that glorious day!
I don't understand why winter had to come and take my colorful aunt away. The world is not as vibrant without her splash of vivacity. She was a gust of fresh air, a scent of amber and honeydew, a breathtaking orchard, a hummingbird in flight leaving this finite world behind.
Dear aunt, I don't understand why you had to depart so sudden or so soon but I latch on to the hope that in a moment I will "Get It".
For now... I bundle up in the comfort of my best friend, Jesus, who soothes my shivering and blankets me with gentle peace during this bare season. I am thankful to have shared twenty four autumns with Aunt Tash.