Last night I dreamed about fall.
Sometimes when we dream about certain things all we see are images that flash before our eyes. It's as if we aren't a part of the dream at all, but an external force watching - observing it all play out but not really experiencing the dream first hand.
This is usually the form that my dreams take... but not this time. Last night I walked through glorious seas of oranges, yellows and reds. I don't even remember where I was or who I was with. I just remember being completely speechless by the sight of the trees overhead, in awe of the colors that they had become since I last saw them. I remember begging my companions to stop and marvel for a little while with me, trying to convince them of the beauty surrounding us.
Oh how I miss fall. I miss watching nature change all around me, sometimes going through the miraculous change in a matter of days without anyone noticing.
"Since when has that tree been bright orange?"
Sigh. What an incredible reminder that our God is a God who orchestrates change. Through His own constancy, He keeps the promise that He will never leave us the same, that He will "continue the good work He began in us and bring it to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
I know the same is true of my own heart. Though I can get easily frustrated with the familiarity of sin, of darkness and of pain, I can place my hope in the fact that the Lord is indeed changing me, though I don't notice the slow, day-to-day changes.
And then one day I will wake up and realize that I am not the same person I once was. That my heart which was once riddled with sin is now a little more like Jesus'... much like the gorgeous tree of oranges and reds, more glorious and more beautiful than it ever was.
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