We went for an autumn walk, and: ‘Everything has its moment’, said my wife.
She had just noticed the long orange stems of the willow by the duck pond, glowing through the morning mist. There are still plenty of golden leaves on the trees, even some green on the birch, but it’s the gold of autumn that draws the eye to a seedling chestnut. Neither the human foragers nor the squirrels spotted that nut last autumn – or maybe one of the squirrels buried it and forgot about it.
Everything has its moment. May we be ready for ours: the seed must fall into the ground in order to grow into new life.
For yourselves know perfectly, that the day of the Lord shall so come, as a thief in the night. 1Thessalonians 5:2