A few months ago, I opened my blinds to discover that fall had turned the leaves on the tree outside my bedroom red. Eventually the leaves turned yellow, and then a few storms swept them off their branches. Except one. Through four rounds of chemo, I stared at that yellow leaf from my cozy little bed. Once I checked to make sure no one had duct taped it on. Nope. Sheer perseverance on the part of the leaf.
Last Tuesday I had chemo round five. I didn't open my blinds until Thursday. It was a beautiful day, and I considered taking a picture of the leaf for you.
Noooooooo! The leaf had let go! How could that happen? It was supposed to inspire me for another 12 weeks. It was supposed to make a great story and a picture of perseverance. But instead. . . .
Had winter won?
The next four days, I stared at that tree hoping I had only overlooked the yellow leaf. Today I stared out the window from my table at Hut's Hamburgers. And I found it. There it was: the lone leaf. It stood through this windy day on the tip of a tiny limb on 6th St. No duct tape. Winter hasn't won.
Good thing, 'cause I've got another round of chemo tomorrow.
"The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever" (Isaiah 40:8).