Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Death and Beauty

Our patio is covered in yellow leaves; as I drove out in the country this afternoon, I marveled at the brilliant reds and oranges. I think it's no accident that nature is at its most beautiful when it's dying.

If there's anything I'm learning during this season of new motherhood--or anything I NEED to learn--it's death. Each day as I care for Elijah, I must die--to laziness, to self-centeredness, to comfort and ease and a hundred things. And it's in death to self that I am most beautiful, because it's here that I look most like my Savior--the One who died that I might live.

"And Jesus answered them, 'The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.'" (John 12:23-25)

*Flickr photo by luzzzelmann


Anonymous said...

I love this! I'm quoting and linking it on my blog; I hope that's all right.

Amy said...

of course :) thanks!

Anonymous said...

Feel free to borrow the one on my post! It's not mine. The link is to its Flickr page... it's in the Creative Commons. :)

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written and powerfully said