Written by Tina Cobian
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pluck up what has been planted. Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
It is 5:10 on a Monday morning and I‘m headed out the door on my way to work. My drive in is usually dark due to the early morning hour but today the dawn is quickly breaking through the night sky and the asphalt of the usual dark streets has now begun to reflect the early morning sunlight. The transformation of daylight is only one of the marks of the season’s change. The weather is also changing and the green leafy trees have begun their makeover into an array of browns, orange, red and golden yellows. On this particular morning I can almost see the finger of God pointing to the horizon as the sun begins to peak though.
My heart races, my eyes are open and I sense this season of change is more than just an annual event written in the almanac. His voice is clear although it is a mere whisper in my ears. It is as loud as thunder and as gentle as a soft warm breeze. On mornings like these I wonder how I arrive at my destination. I am completely captivated by His voice and He has all of my attention.
He shows me the beauty in the colors of the leaves and I realize that although lovely to behold these changes signify the death of the leaf. Soon they will dry, wither and fall from the branch. It is a necessary cycle preparing the tree for the next season of life. As the season continues, the rains will come. Each drop of water will aid the process gently removing the unfruitful parts of the tree to make room for the newness and life that will soon come. I see myself and what I have walked through so clearly. I had not relinquished the unfruitful leaves in my life so willingly at first, but as I have surrendered each and every fruitless branch, He has been faithful gently prune it in preparation for new areas of life.
This has been a season of transformational change for me in so many ways. There have been areas in my life that were dead and fruitless. Those areas seemed so beautiful to my eyes and yet it was time to allow the removal to take place. Just like the gentle raindrops washing away the lifeless leaves from each branch, He has washed away these areas in my life. Some of the changes were painful and there seemed to be a time where I even mourned the loss of these areas. God walked me through this too. He allowed me the time to process and when it was time He called me to stand up, and grow up. I would not have come to this place of thriving life if I had not allowed the pruning process to occur.
A time to break down, and a time to build up, a time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:3-4
When the dead leaves fall to the ground they are transformed further. They break up and become nourishment to the tree, bringing it strength and feeding it for the next season. The leaves go into the ground and become a type of fertilizer which is then absorbed by the root. The useless, dead leaf is now once again part of the tree, but this time in a way that gives life. Those things that have been removed out of my life are areas where I have gained strength. Each learning process will forever remain in my memory, not as a source of pain, but as a remembrance for growth. I share with you these areas of victory because God has the ability to transform every dead thing that was cut off into an instrument of change and seed for new life. I am reminded of one of my favorite scriptures. It was one of the first ones I learned and it has carried me through many situations.
And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28
I arrive at my destination and I am about to enter the building I see a tree at the entrance. There are benches and tables under it. Sometimes at lunch we sit under this tree and it provides shade from the sun. Even during the triple digit heat of summer, it provided shelter and a cool place to rest. I study the trees structure. The trunk is weather and time worn, but wide and strong reaching past the three stories of the building’s height. Its branches spread out across the yard and stretch towards heaven in a stance of praise and surrender.
Breakthrough has come and the new season is here. I see it, feel it and every fiber of my being is alert to what is breaking forth right now. It’s time for me to embrace this newness and walk in the fullness of His plan for this season of my life. My heart is surrendered to Him and all that He desires to do in me. I sense His nearness and I know that His plans for me are good. I can’t help but smile, because I know He is with me here, now, and always.