Autumn leaves glistened as they fall, the early morning sun’s rays flickered while they peeked through the tall trees in my backyard. Dry branches rustled and snapped as squirrels chased each other up to a tree, a couple of red cardinals perched on the hedge fence and a large busy bee kissing the flowers. The gentle cool breeze brushed my skin as though telling me it’s going to be a beautiful weather day.
I took my yard tools out and went about digging out some weeds. It would be a waste to spend this day indoors when nature is calling out for me to enjoy it. For a moment, I overheard my children fighting over a little toy car in the little shed-turned-playhouse nearby. When the noise died down, I heaved a sigh of relief. I’m thankful they resolved it on their own without me having to play referee again.
As I continued with my task, I smiled at the thought of what it was like growing up in a tropical country with only two seasons, ok, maybe three: hot, hotter, hottest. There were no falling leaves except when it hadn’t rained in a while or when it’s an unusually windy day. Most trees were usually green all year long. Most flowers bloomed all year long. How easy it was to grow vegetables because it did not matter what time of the year it was, plants just seemed to grow so well.
Fast forward to the first time I saw the seasons change in S Korea where I served as a missionary teacher for a few years. I vividly remember one particular day waiting for bus 901 to take me home after a full day of teaching. It was fall, in October. I closed my eyes tight as the cold wind blew right on me. It blew my long hair in all different directions, strands like jellyfish tentacles, slapped my cheeks. My skirt billowed out in the strong breeze. I looked like a mess and felt like a mess. It was too cold of a fall day for a tropical girl like me. When the bus finally came, I jumped in immediately thinking, wow, that was not a great welcome to fall.
However, not long after that, I began to enjoy the beauty of fall. I love everything about this beautiful season. There is something about this time of year that draws me closer to God, as if all the senses and more — the smell, the colors, the wonder, the feeling, the taste — all point to the One who created all this splendor. The dramatic skies speaks of His artistic ability. The ardor of the sun to come out every day is a reflection of His faithfulness. When we feel good inside, our hearts cannot contain the joy. It bursts out in praise for the Creator of all things good. And even in the midst of all the clamor we so often hear in our world today, we can find refuge in nature because that’s where we can hear His voice. He speaks to us.
And as the end of the fall season is also the beginning of the coming cold, hard wintery, dark days — it sometimes brings with it a sense of weariness. Most winter days, I stay indoors and won’t be able to go out and enjoy working in my garden/yard. Just like many other things, seasons come and seasons go. But one thing stays the same…
The grass withers, the flower fades but the Word of our God stands forever. Isaiah 40:8
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. John 1:1-4
God. He is life. He is the beginning. The end. The Alpha and Omega.
For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen. Romans 11:36
Thank you, God, for each day. Thank you for the season changes — through it we see that you are the only One that does not change. Thank you for being constant on our lives. Thank you for your enduring love and your faithfulness that is new every morning.
*This post is part of my 31-day Challenge: The Power of Gratitude Series. Click on the image below to be directed to my posts. Thank you for being here today!