I love Fall. For some reason, I usually blame it on horrible memory, when the seasons change it always seems like the new season has been only a distant dream that is just now taking shape. But the problem I have always struggled with in Fall and Winter is how to appreciate these seasons when everything dies. I figure that this mass death probably wasn’t an original blueprint in the good ol’ Garden – so should I resist that aesthetic side and mourn for the death that happens to be causing the leaves to transform into beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow?

This Fall while pondering how death (even though it is just trees) can be beautiful it occurred to me that even if this season was not originally intended by our Heavenly Father He has bestowed His Grace upon it so that even in death there is beauty.

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