I am amazed and awed and humbled by the beautiful colors that surround me. It’s that time of year – autumn. And here in Midwest there is a blaze of color everywhere I look.
As I turn around and gasp at the beauty, I can’t help but compare the leaves to my own life. A life that has certainly known many colors, dimensions and phases.
This is the way I see it:
Some of the leaves are still a very healthy and green, just like some of the phases of my life. There have been times when I have lived without any doubt or fear and everything seemed to be going my way. Kind of like the way it is right now. I have a new husband in a new town and my new business is taking off to new heights. Every day is lived with excitement and anticipation.
And then there’s the leaves that are turning yellow and red and orange. They remind me of the changes I’ve faced that were just as beautiful. Things like finally buying that dream house, or getting that hard earned promotion, or finally bridging the distance between myself and an old friend. Those beautiful colors remind me of the good changes in my life that I have welcomed with open arms.
But let’s not forget those brown, dark and dried up leaves, ready to fall to the ground. Just like those terrifying changes that crept up behind me and socked me in the stomach so hard I could hardly breathe. Changes I certainly didn’t want and couldn’t control. They were here to stay and, like it or not – ready or not – I had to figure out a way to deal with them.
So now, as I sit back and marvel at the changing trees, I also marvel at my life and all the ups and downs, in and outs, and everything else I have survived. All of them, good and bad, bringing me to where I am today. I understand that the changes will be constant. My hope is that I will always find the beauty in every single one of them.