All the Leaves Are Brown

I had the privilege to be at Fewston, Yorkshire, one crisp autumnal afternoon. The gorgeous hues of the trees were reflected off the water, and a leaf, every few seconds, floated down to earth. Yet these golden hues represent dying back, the state of hibernation before the chilly fingers of another winter. Another autumn; another passing year, another approaching winter. Isaiah writes:

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand forever. (40:8)

Even more beautiful than an autumnal afternoon in North Yorkshire is the word of God, heralding a new heavens and new earth. Enjoy the beauty of the current earth, but remember the promises of somewhere better.