Autumn Stillness — Lessons from Falling Leaves and Slowing Seasons
Autumn has always felt different to me. The mornings are quieter, the air has that crisp edge, and everything around me seems to be whispering, slow down. The light changes too—it softens, almost as if God Himself is dimming the brightness so we can rest our eyes and our souls. What strikes me most this time of year is the way the trees let go of their leaves. They don’t fight to hold on. They don’t panic about what’s next. They simply release. Every leaf, no matter how bright or how fragile, eventually drifts down in its own timing. And the world doesn’t see it as loss—it sees it as beauty. That picture has been sitting heavy with me lately. Because if I’m honest, I’m not good at letting go. I hold on tight to plans, to fears, to expectations of how I think things should go. Sometimes I even cling to old hurts because, in some strange way, they feel familiar. But the trees remind me that letting go isn’t the end—it’s part of the rhythm God built into life. Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “...
