Come mid-September, I’m desperate. Like an
old pair of jeans fraying apart at the seams, I’ve reached my limit. The heat, chores, parties, events, and activities have worn me out. Summer keeps
trying to push on just a little longer, and I can almost hear the threads
snapping. My energy is low, my creativity drained.
Then, all of a
sudden, I smell it on the breeze. That rich, crisp scent that announces
Autumn’s arrival. I walk through the woods and rejoice to see patches of orange
and red amongst the green. This season of beautiful death brings my creativity
to life again. The nights grow colder, making the warmth of the days precious.
My body and mind are refreshed.
Perhaps the sweetness
of Autumn comes from the clarity that death brings. In the haze of Summer, I
only want to get through one more day. But in Autumn, I am aware of the big
picture again. I remember how the seasons turn, and how death brings about
life.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our
outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. (2
Corinthians 4:16)
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