Erosion

Erosion

Some seasons are fuller than others.

They flood your life’s banks

And uproot what you were growing. 

These seasons can be good because they produce change,

Newness,

Clarity. 

They can be equally as terrifying because they create stress,

Overexertion,

Uncertainty.

But really, why do we stress over things out of our control?

Why do we try to prevent nature from taking its course? 

Our lives will change regardless of us being ready. 

The river will continually flow. 

So how can we be like plants on the river’s edge?

Whose banks swell annually and redesign a once familiar trail?

How can we marvel at canyons and gorges and try to prevent our own erosion? 

How can we choose beauty? 

Maybe it’s learning to be still. 

Maybe it’s learning to listen. 

Or maybe, it’s a choice. 

Maybe we need to choose daily that we will worship in all seasons,

Be them full or dry. 

Maybe it’s acceptance. 

Maybe that’s how we survive.