As I was running this morning and thinking on such things: dying to some dreams, dying to some expectations, dying to some pride, dying to some safety ... I realized that one of the things I love about fall (another being the longsleeved shirt I got to wear this morning) - the changing leaves is really a part of their process of dying.
For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.
Col. 3:3
In the process of dying to some things, may my life reflect that kind of beauty in the process.
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