The winds are gently whispering through the streets and coaxing the rejected leaves of trees everywhere to let go and fall. I suppose this is the reason for the name of my favorite season. I drop off the boys at school and noticed the leaves in the gutter, on the sidewalk, silently drifting to the ground all around. As I arrive back home, a landscaper down the street is blowing the fallen leaves off the grass and onto the street. My neighbor’s bright beautiful green lawn is sprinkled with the maroon leaves of the tree that blooms pink flowers in the spring. At the beginning of the week it was 80 degrees but today it had dropped to the 50’s. Yesterday, the trees were bright in their death robes and today they are shedding them.
Even though it seemed like a long summer, the change of season feels sudden to me. Maybe it is not the change from summer to fall but the change from fall to winter. The change from the glory of the changing leaves to the cold rain and barren trees – that change seems sudden. It hasn’t exactly happened here yet but the day is coming. The trees are shedding gently and rain isnt coming with a vengeance but it will. It is usually one storm that strips the trees down to the bare branches. One storm that moves through the valley and clears out all evidence of Fall. That storm hasn’t happened yet but for whatever reason I am anticipating it.
Jobs come and go.
We grow and change.
Sometimes the seasons of our lives change gradually, gently.
Sometimes life brings a storm that strips you bear and changes the season overnight.
With all this change all around, how do we manage?
Good thing this one thing doesn’t change:
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”
(Hebrews 13:8 NIV)
He is our anchor in the storm,
Our guide through the wilderness,
Our peace in the chaos,
Our security in the economy,
Our friend in the darkness,
Our God clothed in light.
Everything else will change, but He will not.
“God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight. My God—the high crag where I run for dear life, hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout; My mountaintop refuge, he saves me from ruthless men.”
(2 Samuel 22:2, 3 MSG)
May you find rest in the refuge of Jesus today in whatever life season you are in. Have an amazing weekend, my friend.