Autumn has not always been one of my favorite seasons.
When I was a youngster, autumn meant school starting, and I was not a fan of school. I’d much rather be outside running with my dogs, or pretending to be a cow girl with my cousins, or contentedly playing at home with my mother.
Even as a teenager, school was not the best time of my life no matter how many people said it was.
I was a good enough student, but I was also very shy. The social aspect of high school just left me feeling left out.
The one thing about autumn I did like was shopping for school supplies. To this day, I can walk into an office supply store, catch the aroma of paper and pencils and feel happy.
But over the years I’ve fallen for fall and it’s colors and the closing down of the warm months of sowing and reaping. I am caught up in fall, the trees showing off the colors they’ve been hiding all summer. Gold, rust, crimson, burnt orange, and olive. Who but a marvelous Creator could bring one season to an end and another to a beginning with such flash and glory.
So with the prediction of high winds and possible tornado activity this week (in October?), I wondered if the colorful leaves would manage to stay on their branches or would they blow away too soon.
Those sudden gusts of wind, the storms of life, showing up unexpectedly and out of season, can leave me feeling bare, uncovered, blown and tossed about.
Such has been life and such it will be. One crises replaces another. Just when I can take a breath and enjoy the changing season, the breezes turn to gale force and knock me off my feet.
I watched my trees sway in the wind, branches loosing their grip on the leaves, What is left is a golden carpet on the ground. What made the tree beautiful had become beauty strewn all over the ground.
The Father wastes nothing.
No storm every comes my way without bringing His presence, teaching me to trust, reminding me of His faithfulness. In the storm, I learn endurance and patience. I find the peace-filled Prince in the middle of it. I learn that He brings beauty from the darkest night.
He makes all things beautiful in His time. As fall gives way to winter, I will hope in the Lord. I will wait for the promise of spring. And though it may be delayed, it will come. For He who promised is faithful and can be trusted.