From My Office Window

Lies a dense forest (which incidentally, is my back yard) with towering maples, oaks and douglas firs stretching to the sky above, their tangled branches within becoming more visible every day. I watch gold and crimson leaves make their lazy decent to earth, twirling and floating on invisible currents. They land softly to join their kin on the sienna colored forest floor, where they will eventually rot under the winter snow. With the exception of the evergreens, the oak leaves are always the last to go, hanging on sometimes even after the first snow falls. Not ready to concede winter's victory just yet.

I'm reminded that many of these leaves, all different in shape and size and unique in their own design, are of the same species - the same tree even. Much like the human race. We are each uniquely individual designs that thrive together through one common God and will ultimately gather collectively in the winter of our lives.

I'd like to be an oak leaf in the forest of life.