Today, on the way to take my soon-to-turn-13-years-old daughter to school, as we were rounding a curve in the neighborhood, the sun shining across the road seemed to highlight one moment when one tree was molting its leaves, but there was no wind and no other leaves were falling; just from this one tree, and they weren’t merely fluttering one by one but pouring as if a kid were in the treetop unloading a bag full of leaves–at that I said to my daughter, “Look, leaves falling from just one tree, isn’t it great?” and she indulged her doofus dad and said, “Yes” and I smiled for only a moment because then I realized the tree was weeping.
“We know that all creation is still groaning and is in pain, like a woman about to give birth” (Romans 8:22, The Contemporary English Version).
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