Do the trees cry out, "Oh, if only I were a mighty Oak, a tall and slender Elm, a full Maple, a Pine that will one day be used for a Christmas Tree?", or do these trees simply be who they are and magnify the glory of the Creator?
The hills splash in splendor. The mountains paint glory. They come together and sing, "Hallelujah"! In each season they transform, change occurs, leaves bud, leaves fall, all that happens is change needed. For if there were no season of change we would miss the splendor of beauty that echos God's love and perfect work.
It is together, as each colors the landscape, that they show us a kaleidoscope of God's magnificence. Each tree different. None the same. Unique in every way. Different shapes and sizes. The leaves, the trunk, the branches, the roots, all unique. Some are young and some have been around for years, yet they come together in a motion of color that streams a glory that catches the eye and draws the soul to into worship.
These trees do not compete against one another. Together they inspire. The differences can be seen, but more importantly it is because they are all different that they bring such glory. Even when they are green of summer there are still variations of color. Oh, how they make one another pop. They bring out the best in each other.
They endure storms together. The winds blow, the sun beats, the rains pour, but there they are together standing against the elements. The rings count their age. They bend against the winds. The stories they could share. They are the storytellers of creation. They sing of God's glory, yet they never utter a word. They can bring us just joy, giving shade in the summer and protection in the winter. Such lessons we can learn from these beauties of God's splendor.
As we see witness the glory of this season's change may we be reminded that God is never-changing. It is through change that we grow to become the storytellers of His amazing grace.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”