Before I left for Thanksgiving, which was wonderful, by the way, the trees had turned color and the beautiful oranges, reds, and yellows filled the trees. The leaves were beginning to fall, just enough to hint raking, but not enough to demand it. Due to my late arrival back home, I did not spy the beautiful piles of orange and red lining the neighborhood streets. Then, this morning, they went unnoticed because my focus was elsewhere- mainly on my bad mood. Thanks to my beautifully weathered clogs- my favorite and well used shoes- the leaves did not go unnoticed for long. I don't know if you have ever worn clogs before, but they tend to make one stomp, not in a frightful way, but they are quite heavy, so they tend to come hard against the ground. Today, this stomping was well welcomed. As I heard the crunching underneath my tread, I soon felt the crisp feeling when one remembers that it is the beginning of winter. I felt renewed and alive. The simplest beauty of autumn, the falling of the leaves, renewed me this morning.
Over the summer, as I was reading Proverbs, I stumbled across a verse that said,
"How long, O simple ones, will you love being simple?" Proverbs 1:22I decided then and there that I hated being simple. I am complex. I want to be complex. I want to feel complex. Yet, there is complexity in what is viewed as simple. The changing of the leaves, how simple. It happens every year around this time. Yet, how beautifully complex.
Today friends, I hope that you will not forget the beautiful truth of simple complexity. Do not be simple, but remember that that which seems simple, may actually be complex. Revive yourself in the simply complex.
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