I am in the autumn of my life—colored by experience.
My limbs, like branches, hold a story about change. My leaves are the passing
days of deeds and the seasons of forgiveness. By His mercy, I am veiled in
brilliant autumn beauty. My harvest abounds in shades of scarlet and robust
orange. This is GOOD.
By His will, I dance to the transforming pulse and
the unfolding splendor He creates in me. My Lord pours from me chocolate brown
and buttery golden leaves to prune my seasoned soul. As I cascade down my
exterior, once made of a hardened life wood, I giggle to the forest floor where
puddles form in a kaleidoscope of sifted colors. This is PLEASING.
In this season of purification, the Autumn Artist
reveals the near completion of my being. I stand, as a dull and empty wooden
frame, half-naked and raw like Jesus on the sacred cross. He frees me from
myself, to be born again, when a new season breathes His Spirit upon me. He planted
all the days of my life and shaped me into the light of awakening, the light of
new joy, the light of the Lord. This is PERFECT.
The Autumn Artist is a reminder of a never-changing
God in an ever-changing world. He continues to mold and sanctify me toward glorification.
This is HEAVENLY!
Lord,
let change remind us of Your perfect will and transforming Spirit. May we, like
the tree, remain joyfully obedient to
the seasons in our lives.
2014© Kimberly Clayton 
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