I'm walking through the autumn leaves, and I realize how much I absolutely love the smell of dead leaves. That warm smell brings such longing with it; I think of fall school days as a child and jumping into leaf piles. That unmistakable leafy smell just makes me happy.
Then I realize I'm actually delighting in decomposition (rot, if you will). I'm loving the smell of a disintegrating, dead thing.
Yes, yes I am. There's a particular beauty to what dies in this season. I celebrate it by jumping about, crunching into it, smelling it deeply.
I wish I could approach my own life that way. When things naturally and rightfully have to fade away because a new season is coming, I want to embrace it as eagerly as a child jumping into a leaf pile. New things always come about from old things falling away. I love the disintegrating leaves of Autumn. I pray I can welcome whatever disintegrating work God wants to do in my own life. Let the leaves fall and nourish whatever comes next.
Don't you love those bright blue skies in the fall? It's smells just like a leaf pile everywhere I go.