It's coming. You can feel it in the bones, this annual gateway to fall. Step outside early in the morning before the world cries out, before the first sip of that steaming mug of coffee. The crisp morning air, it dares you to inhale deep, to stretch luxuriously into those glowing edges of summer.
The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let go. Such a divine thought to ingest way down deep into the belly of all that that we are clutching furiously tight to the breast. Inhale the richness of grace, exhale the courageous beauty of change. Watch expectantly as the leaves begin to frolic, as the colors burst into a fashion show of blazing colors.
This is Us. When mercy and grace snuggle up close, working it behind the scenes. Knitting something exquisite, chipping off the frosty edges, dusting off the the dark and neglected soul holes, filling the heart to bursting with radiant light.
And with each daring, right bold act of letting go, we follow the trees into that triumphant victory of shedding the old, embracing divine transformation, telling ourselves over and over, this is seriously not scary at all. This is Us, as we patiently strain toward the light, sip our coffee, and wait in joyful anticipation for the leaves tell us their ethereal story.
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