The inspiration for this poem came when I was sitting outside observing—observing what you ask? Trees and clouds specifically.
Being a long-time observer of the seasons. I was watching tree limbs and leaves blown by the wind and clouds seemingly rolling. A storm was approaching.
I did get to thinking about the seasons once again. The trees will be shedding their leaves soon, and nature in the northern hemisphere will be preparing for dormancy.
Much like the wonder of seemingly death and rebirth of God’s nature—Through the seasons—We, too, are made new by his grace and mercy.
2 Corinthians 5:17 tells us that if we are in Christ, the old us is gone, and the new us is here. Through Christ, God reconciled us to him.
We have been rebirthed into a new creation. Through him, we’ve shed our dead leaves and have grown new healthy, living leaves. Fresh minds and hearts.
Friend, we will have many seasons and wild wildernesses to trudge through. But, the difference here is that because we are new creations in Christ, we are fit and adept to seek him and see him right there with us.
Understandably so, we are more capable of viewing walking through a wilderness or season of trouble or turbulence not as rejection but as God’s redirection.Understandably so, we are more capable of viewing walking through a wilderness or season of trouble or turbulence not as rejection but as God's redirection. #bgbg2 Click To Tweet