Autumn has arrived here in the Midwest. From the chill in the air to football and the option of pumpkin everything, everywhere, it feels and looks like fall.
I came around the bend on my run the other day and saw this:
As I passed that tree, in its moment of full glory, standing silently declaring the work of a Mighty Maker, the beauty of seasons and rhythms of life overwhelmed me.
Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. Each strikingly different. Well-defined and with a promise: That it is temporary. It is necessary, it is preparation for the next, and then it’s over. There are seasons for growing, harvesting, sewing, reaping, mourning, celebrating, surviving, resting, persevering. Each with its own characteristics, each with its own requirements, each for a reason.
There have been seasons of my own life that have went by far too fast and some that have felt like they have lasted far too long. There have been some seasons that I still don’t understand. And others that I know exactly what they were about.
Seasons where I grew, seasons where I endured, seasons where I rested. Seasons where I dug my heals in out of stubbornness. Seasons where I surrendered. Seasons where I clung to hope and faith in things unseen. Seasons where the path was clear and seasons where I wasn’t even sure there was a path at all.
And in each season, I needed something different. I offered something different. I was shaped. I became and am becoming more like the person I was created to be. But the promise of the seasons is true for the rhythms and seasons of our lives. They are for a purpose. They are temporary. They will end. They will lead to something new.
What season am I in now? What about you? What do I need in this season right now? What can I offer? What do I need to do or learn or take on or surrender in this season to be ready for the next?
As you embrace autumn with your pumpkin spice latte and by jumping in a big pile of leaves, I hope you embrace the season of life you are in, whatever it is, and that the promise of the seasons brings you hope.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.