There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens.
Fall is my favorite season of the year. The chill of the night air and the coolness in the daytime are welcome companions after the sweltering heat of summer.
In North Georgia, where we live, the leaves begin to change in mid-October, usually not reaching their peak until late in that month.
Weeks before the colors go from green to yellow or orange and the occasional red, winds and rain knock down many which have already given up the ghost.
Our yard and driveway quickly fill with fallen soldiers. Those who served with honor and valor throughout the spring and summer months. Now, tired and worn, they float down to rest upon the earth. Upon the soil which they will nourish as they slowly, methodically decompose.
And, out comes our leaf blower. Again and again and again. To clear our driveway lest it vanish beneath a blanket of leaves and pine straw.
Still, there are those leaves which are stubbornly clinging. Changing slowly. Incrementally. Splashes of color appearing and growing in celebration of a life well lived.
For they know, and wish to show us. There is no death in dying. Only new beginnings. The opening of the next chapter.
And, never the last one in the book which is eternal . . .
What is your favorite season of the year?
Will you pray with me?
We thank You, Father, that through Your beloved Son, Christ Jesus, we have eternal life. May we, in the summer of our lives, bear much fruit for Your kingdom. And, when the autumn of our life draws near, let us leave our loved ones with colorful, glorious memories and the knowledge that death is only the beginning, for we will meet again. Amen.