Part of my morning routine includes a quick stroll around the backyard garden with coffee cup in hand. It's refreshing to breathe in the cool air, hear the mockingbirds and walk in the goodness of Creation. This time of the year the leaves are falling and the remaining plants are succumbing to cold nights. Still I find peace and joy. There's an energy in the morning air. It's as if the cold breeze and bare trees are artfully presenting a different picture of life and Creation; one that's cleansed by the cold but also immersed in the bigger circle of life that renews the world.
The backyard, forest and field reveal seasons of life that flow with time. There's a depth of energy and life even when things become bleak. God doesn't abandon Creation to winter's emptiness. The bleak wasteland is not without purpose. Instead, through Christ's resurrection even the cold, colorless days of winter have life in being filled with the potential for Spring. The cold air itself is as if the Spirit of Christ is filling my breathe with presence and energy, as I walk around the backyard listening to the mockingbirds while watching the falling leaves.
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