And I love the relief of autumn. How it cools things down and breezes come more often than before. The vibrant color of the trees are a sweet reminder of my Lord showing off for me. Autumn means trips to the mountains, family time in one of our favorite places on earth, and taking curves on the Blue Ridge parkway. It’s a time when we’re reminded to be thankful.
Then the coldness of winter comes. And if we’re lucky, a couple of good snowfalls will cover the land… the kind that let us linger at home together for a few consecutive days. Snowball fights, snow angels, hot chocolate. Scarves. Cute hats.
Slowing down seems to happen more often in the winter. The promise of the baby born in a manger and the labor of love gets warm and cozy in our hearts. We savor every second of it.
But after being chilled to the bone for a time, watching my breath every time I step outside,
I am always more than ready for Spring.
“…do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:18-19