There is beauty in every season.
When I stepped into my garage yesterday morning, I was shocked at how cool the air was. We may be closing in on Labor Day, but the end of August in Georgia, tends to be steamy. Just a couple of weeks earlier, the teachers at our school, had to keep watch on the temperatures and cancel outdoor recess due to the heat.
The heat in August is no surprise to this lifelong southern gal, but the temps in the sixties yesterday morning, truly were. I even momentarily, second guessed my shoe choice. Would my feet be cold in sandals? But, I knew that it would be hot in the afternoon. It turned out to be in the eighties, warm, but still much cooler than it had been.
When I returned home and let my dogs out, I marveled at how green everything still was. My backyard looked the same as it had since June, yet the subtle breeze and the cooler air reminded me that a new season is coming.
As I took a moment to sit on my porch and drink in Creation, I was filled with a little sadness. I have always loved summer, everything from long days at the pool, to nights swinging on the porch, fill me with happy memories. There’s just a slower pace of life that seems to go hand in hand with summer time and I like it.
But, seasons were always meant to change and summer must at some point, come to an end. A new school year has begun and for me, that has meant an empty nest. Both of my kids are off at college, chasing dreams and finding their way in the world and truthfully, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Because the end of one season, always means there’s a new one beginning and as much as I love summer, fall is pretty spectacular too. The air is cool and crisp and the leaves treat us to daily changing works of art by our creative Creator.
Creation becomes an explosion of color and the trees remind us to let go of the things we no longer need. The trees become bare for a season, yet the internal work goes on, deep in their roots, readying them for complete transformation and restoration in the spring.
As I lingered a little longer, I felt a sense of hope growing. I felt a little nudge reminding me of the beauty found in every season. I remembered the Bible verses about a time and a season for everything and I felt a little excitement.
As long as I’m still breathing, God is still writing my story and I have every reason to believe that this season will be filled with a beauty all its own. Some cooler temperatures reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.
Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂