A forgotten faded canvas.

As November drifts into December I feel robbed of daylight hours, starved of warmth and light. The changing seasons reflect my moods, my thoughts, my way of being. This seasonal change brings to me a foggy mind, an inner struggle. The landscape that feeds my soul has drifted into a  dormant sleepy slumber.
A frosty exhale of cold darkness stills the heart of the garden. Elements of the seasons provide a canvas of still waters. Autumn hues of Orange and Red are painted into the aqua.
A pure reflection, a united way of living within the seasonal changes. It can also be a  painful way of living, waiting and trusting God for the seasons to change.

It’s living with a seasonal rhythmic heartbeat. A connection that’s drawn to the earth, to the ground of its being that makes growth possible.
Its this ground that holds me down, stops me from running. It frees me and ties me in one deep breath.
Immersing my whole body in a warm silent light. Hope an awakening to a new sun full of promise.
Balancing this earthy connection isn’t easy. I turn to the wisdom of the trees. Trees make exceptionally wise teachers, which is probably why Jesus refers to them so often. Trees breathe our breath, it’s a mutual exchange of unconditional love.  Breathing a dance of harmony, stepping out in light and love together.
A rooted spiritual growth, drawing nourishment from Jesus who gardens alongside me. It’s these roots that have taught me and shown me the word. It’s these roots that allowed me to survive the dormancy of my faith.
To turn inward, into the depths of my soul, to hear the changing seasons, to rest in the familiar rhythm of prayer.
To kneel under the leadership of the oak tree, knowing that Jesus has always gardened alongside me. It’s this union of love that is growing the peace and joy of a rooted seeing.
Reflecting  God’s beautiful goodness to the hungry world.
It’s a goodness of trust, joy and love. A rich love that has cleared the waters of my soul. My aqua canvas, a rich tapestry of life. A distant memory, a forgotten reality.
Tears of memories flow into my still waters. Splashing fresh colours of love on a forgotten faded canvas.

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Colossians 2 The Message (MSG)

6-7 My counsel for you is simple and straightforward: Just go ahead with what you’ve been given. You received Christ Jesus, the Master; now live him. You’re deeply rooted in him. You’re well constructed upon him. You know your way around the faith. Now do what you’ve been taught. School’s out; quit studying the subject and start living it! And let your living spill over into thanksgiving.

4 thoughts on “A forgotten faded canvas.”

  1. Praising him for the light that never fades! Even in the season of darkness his life and light remain 😉 Thank you for your inspiring words. “I AM THE LIVING GOD, The Light of the world. Whoever follows me shall not walk in darkness but shall find the light of life.” John 8:12

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