I recently returned from a prayer retreat in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina. As I sat outside enjoying the beauty of God’s creation, I saw reminders of the change of seasons in some red and yellow leaves on the trees. I watched as a red leaf waved in the wind, let go of the branch, and then fell slowly and softly to the forest floor. I picked up the leaf and tucked it into my journal to remind me of the beauty, grace, and irresistibility of the seasons of nature and the seasons of our lives. As summer turns to fall, which turns to winter, which turns to spring, and back again to summer, so is the process of transformation.
For everything there is a season. Click here to read the rest of Pastor Donna’s letter.