For the more than a decade we were away I long for Midwestern seasons, well, maybe not 100 plus degrees in the summer or sleet, ice and snow in the winter, but certainly the panorama of trees living the seasons so gloriously. We moved to this house in the early Spring so we watched the trees as they shook themselves awake from their winter rest with each day bringing a new bud or bloom or leaf.
Now we have had a cold snap and the muted greens and browns have joined the party with oranges, yellows, reds and maroons that dance across the yard each time the wind picks up. We have local apples and the pumpkins patches are open with u--pick fields. Our city is alive with baseball's boys of October, soccer contenders and the new football season all sallying forth with crisp, rainy fall days and cousins to the north and west watching for snow.
As I bear with loved ones during the valleys and floods and storms of life I am grateful to be reminded that this is a season of challenge and learning and change that leads to the next great thing. Take a stroll outside or a drive into the countryside. Get off the bus one stop too soon or park at the far end of the parking lot and walk a bit. Spend time with God. Know today is not the end, but the beginning of the next amazing, grace-filled thing in your life.