Devotions

There it was. Its radiant color set it apart from the other leaves on the forest floor. It was January, after all. Shouldn't this leaf be dried and cracked by now, like the rest, blending in with the dullness of the grayish-brown soil

Not this one. Instinctively, I reached down and picked it up. Incredible! It was soft, supple, and a most glorious shade of red. Who could have guessed this was the Dead of Winter?

>Lord, as I seek ways to serve You in this Autumn chapter of my life, show me how to be, as unto You, like this leaf: Radiant... Vibrant ... Alive...Set apart.

Show me, too, how I can keep from becoming like the dead, brown leaves, which blend colorlessly into their surroundings:

Your Son is my example. Teach me to be more and more like Him, dearest Father, that others may see the radiance of You, in me, even in the Autumn of my life.

Especially then.

“The unfading beauty of a gentle, quiet spirit...” is a sight to behold. It stands out, on the forest floor, pointing unmistakably to the glory of the Creator ... and a life set apart for Him.

In THe Autumn Of My Life

A life set apart for God



	In THe Autumn Of My Life A life set apart for God There it was. Its radiant color set it apart from the other leaves on the forest floor. It was January, after all. Shouldn't this leaf be dried and cracked by now, like the rest, blending in with the dullness of the grayish-brown soil Not this one. Instinctively, I reached down and picked it up. Incredible! It was soft, supple, and a most glorious shade of red. Who could have guessed this was the Dead of Winter? >Lord, as I seek ways to serve You in this Autumn chapter of my life, show me how to be, as unto You, like this leaf: Radiant... Vibrant ... Alive...Set apart. Show me, too, how I can keep from becoming like the dead, brown leaves, which blend colorlessly into their surroundings: © *Keep me* from a joyless spirit, which Your Word tells us "dries up the bones" © *Free me from any bitter spirit,* which could cause certain death in relationships including Yours and mine! © *Protect me from a lifeless spirit*, which seeks its own, rather than investing in Your work, for Your glory." *Your Son* is my example. Teach me to be more and more like Him, dearest Father, that others may see the radiance of You, in me, even in the Autumn of my life. *Especially then.* “The unfading beauty of a gentle, quiet spirit...” is a sight to behold. It stands out, on the forest floor, pointing unmistakably to the glory of the Creator ... and a life set apart for Him.