I love the change of seasons, especially from summer to fall. Summer here can be so incredibly hot that when the temperatures begin to drop . . . even for a day or two . . . everyone gets excited because we know fall is not far off.
The official start of fall was last Thursday, and true to form, we had a perfect fall day: the temperature never topped 78, a strong breeze swirled the falling leaves, and sweaters were donned for the first time in over three months, albeit only for a few of the morning hours. I know there will still be some warm, even hot days still to come, but these will now be the anomaly, not the norm.
Though each of us might have our favorite season, all seasons have their own beauty, don’t they? Even those harsh winters and summers some of us experience have some redeeming qualities. But were it not for a harsh winter, the spring wouldn’t be so sweet. If not for the spring rains, the sun of summer wouldn’t be so welcomed.
We all go through seasons in our own lives as well: times of extreme joy, of ease, of comfort, and times of sorrow and loss. During these latter times it is difficult to see the beauty that might come out of the harshness of a difficult season, but it will come. Ecclesiastes 3 is so well known that we often forget the point of the very first verse.
“To everything there is a season A time for every purpose under heaven.” (Emphasis mine)
Every season has a purpose, the Bible tells us that if we are one of God’s children, then we are “called according to His purpose” and everything in all of the seasons of our lives are working “together for good.” Romans 8:28.
Wherever you are, I hope you enjoy this fall . . . then winter . . . and spring . . . and summer.