autumn
death redeemed
i love fall.
the vibrant hues.
the crisp air.
the crunching of leaves as the cousins ebb between lighthearted laughter and meaningful conversations, ripe for harvest.
i like autumn in different speeds.
last autumn, i pondered how even dying is made beautiful.
this autumn, I’m still mulling over it.
how death is death, but death redeemed is a whole new story.
redemption means we are free.
free from every plan of darkness
free to live and free to love
death is dead and Christ is risen!
it was finished upon that cross
live freely, friends 🍂
back to tromping leaves,
reb