The view out our front window this morning.
In a few short weeks, the leaves will be gone.
Trees will be bare.
Storms and winds will come.
The vibrant, beautiful color will have disappeared.
To make room for another round of color.
I think back to where I was a year ago.
Missing the structure and security of our old church.
Missing friends that thought we were making the wrong decision.
Sad. Lonely. Fearful. Frustrated. Misunderstood.
Clinging to Christ with everything.
I can remember Dave saying
"next Christmas will be better..."
All will have changed.
And it has.
It really has.