The anchor of our days
The road stretches out before me like a grand black ribbon twisting along the path. Our recent move has increased my commute nearly four fold, from twenty minutes to an hour and fifteen minutes. I’m trying to make the most of the time.
It’s the middle of October and the trees are all aflame. Red, gold, orange, and amber burst forth at every turn. Over each rise, I’m tempted to stop and forever record the panoramic beauty.
As I round a curve, a tall slim evergreen stands with unyielding stubbornness in the midst of autumn majesty. The orange leaves dance mockingly next to their neighbor.
In a few short weeks however, the jesting oak will have lost its autumn coat. In a single month she will stand naked next to the fastidious pine. For half a year, the only forest-color will be a deep proud green.
I see my life in the changing seasons. Some days are new and fresh like pastel pink buds on a cherry tree. Other days feel empty and barren like a snow-less winter morning. Yet through it all there is an unchanging foundation. Just as the relentless evergreen stands firm through the seasons, so is God the anchor of our days.