The ninety-degree heat here in the Midwest makes for an uneasy partnership with the falling leaves.
My family and I long for the temps to fall along with the leaves, so that we can enjoy our autumn favorites: brisk walks in crisp air, hot dog roasts over an open fire, and baked treats rich with cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg.
My littlest cannot wait to make gingerbread people, as to him, that signals the true beginning of the season.
But unfortunately, summer doesn’t transition to fall in a day. It happens gradually.
One humid morning, we’ll see a smattering of brown oak leaves on the lawn. A few weeks later, the soybeans across the way will turn gold. Then the harvesters will come, and combines will slice through the rows of soybeans and corn until just pale cut stalks remain.
One night, a fat, red-gold harvest moon may hover just above the horizon to delight us.
It may take until late October, but these things will come to pass. Autumn will arrive.
And my nine-year-old – and my other children, too, teenagers though they are – will find themselves cutting out gingerbread girls and boys in our spice-scented kitchen.
Just as I’d like to leap from the peak of one season to the next, I’d like to fast-forward through the transitions in my Christian life. You know, the doldrums and valleys, the times when growth and change are slow to come.
I pray, God help me be a servant to my family today.
Help me reflect Christ to others today.
Help me have a sweet spirit in the midst of our hectic day.
Of course, I don’t always do those things today.
But when I look back through the seasons of my life, I realize that some things once an effort are now a habit. From things that used to enslave me, I’ve been freed.
Just as in nature, God uses the transformative power of time in our lives to enact change. Each moment pushes us forward, until slowly, we have been shaped into a new creature, living in a new season. The transitional times may be hard to bear, but they are necessary for God to accomplish his best in us.
Verses to Consider
The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands. – Psalm 138:8
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. – Ecclesiastes 3:11
But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. – Isaiah 64:8
And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. – Galatians 6:9