The other day, a friend posted the words of Psalm 52:11 on Facebook, “…and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” These words were dancing in my ears as we ventured off into the woods on a hike. The path we were on opened up to a theater of trees singing in the valley below. Surely they were clapping their hands as they sang.
Fall is the fullness of the beauty of time. The greens of summer give way to a chorus of color. Leaves of orange, yellow and red dance on the end of limbs. Some float through the sky carried off by north winds. When the trees sing these songs the world knows summer is over and winter is on its way. A year has passed, life has moved on and so have we.
Walking over wet rocks on the trail drew my attention to my feet and the ground below. I’m glad for this because the forest floor tells a different, but equally amazing story. Here is where the dead leaves land. They slowly decay and lose their color. Over the winter, they will become the soil for new life to emerge in the spring. It reminds me how God brings life out of broken pieces.
This is all part of God’s plan. The same plan Paul writes about in Ephesians. I thought about this plan when I took this picture. These leaves were resting on stones from the very foundation of the earth, part of a cycle begun long before this path was cut. It’s in these small intimate, often over looked, details we see how God cares for all things.
It is a blessing to see the mystery of life unfold. It reminds me how rarely I spend time noticing it at home. Consider the mystery of life surrounding you. Take time to see your blessings. Remember you are loved, forgiven and redeemed by a God who weaves all of creation together to let you know it. (Eph 1: 1-10)