Sunsets {painted in treetops}

I’m driving down the hill, a last minute run to town. My plans for the day included unclogging my kitchen sink and catching up on my dishes but instead, I’m running errands. I’m praying for a good attitude. I glance around and my breath catches hard.

God painted a sunset into the treetops.

The colors are so vivid, so fiery, so full. I caught the peak of autumn glory. Suddenly, I am thankful for my run to town. I whisper the words of gratitude into the stillness of the truck and then God says something unexpected.

“Do you remember how the beauty comes?”

I stare at the splashes of brilliant red and blazing orange and soft yellow. Their beauty comes from dying. The trees cut off the life-giving sap to the leaves and they die. One by one. And in the dying, they blaze.

Sometimes death brings beauty.

And if they did not, if the tree left the leaves to live year-round, when winter hit with the blistering cold and ice storms and heavy snow, they would weigh the branches down and break. The whole tree would die. 

Sometimes death actually brings life. 

“I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed.” (John 12:24)

Blistering, fiery, painful truth. There are things in my life that are only here for a season and if I cling to them beyond that season they will bring death but if I surrender them and let them fall I’ll actually find life. 

And maybe, perhaps, even a little beauty.

Some of the things that I’ve had to let go of these past few years have been painful and heart-wrenching. There were two adoptions that were so close I could taste them. Especially that little five-year-old boy. He was in New York City and I was already planning the trip to bring him home.

It is so easy to get lost in the, “but why not, God?” and so hard to stay in the, “You are good and I trust.” 

But He is good.

And the leaves fall that would bring death in winter.

And I trust. 

For in every winter, there is the promise of spring.


10 thoughts on “Sunsets {painted in treetops}

  1. I grew up in the desert and though we had Autumn, it’s nothing compared to what I now see in the Midwest! I absolutely love trees and the joy of seeing them change. Love this post dear. Beauty in dying. God is so good to show us the eternal in the finite.


  2. Sister sister. Breathtaking beauty wrapped up in timelessness. Like it so much! I miss Autumn in New Jersey. I grew up in Franklin, NJ on the edge of the Appalachians and, if I still my mind to fix upon it, I can still feel the sharp sting in my chest from breathing in that first frosty, early morning air. I miss it sometimes! But my Yankee blood has grown thin since moving South!


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