My little corner of beauty has faded away, succumbing to the transitional nudges of the autumnal winds. The flowering vine that took my breath away each summer morning has now taken its own final breath, laying itself down in the frigidity that now comes with the darkness of the nights.
Now it drapes over the banister as a blanket of death, a display that exposes the bitterness of the season and the good-bye I knew was coming. It’s tempting to go ahead and rip it all off with fury and let the season take it as its victim.
Yet, it remains. Its seeds are not ready. There is still life buried in those pods, maturing by means of the death of the flower. If I tarry a little longer, abiding in and with the vine, the birthing is coming. Beauty will rise from the ashes, if I will only wait.
The vine will eventually be removed, but when the time is right and I will hold legacy in my very hands. What looked like death was always a portal to birth and in the waiting, His gaze gives me vision to find the beauty laced among the darkness and peace to tarry through.
When it seems that darkness has overcome, take courage for it never has and never will. Light won a long time ago and covered the cosmos with beauty if we will only have eyes to behold.
Yeshua is with us in it all. Tarry a little longer and find beauty in the present moment rather than focusing your eyes on the future promise.
Because beauty is right here in the here and now, in every season.
And to find beauty is to find Him.
Even in the dark.
Reading Between the Vines 
Beautiful reminder to appreciate every moment.
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