I just love the fall season. The sweltering heat subsides, and once again, I can head outdoors. I love the colors-- colors that are so rich in hue they are almost palatable. Flora seems to take a deep breath and offer new life with its varied and textured shades of gold, plum, salmon, and red. Lazy lizards pick up their pace and scurry, dashing up the walls, across the windowpanes, and down the doorframes. They leap into the foliage as if the season has lifted them on invisible wings. Humming birds visit, again finding security in my back yard, and I thrill with each pulsating palpitation of their translucent wings. As fragile as they are, they lift me, and I soar, energized by their spirit. Squirrels scamper in the oaks, and often, they venture near where I sit, as if the changing season emboldens them beyond their usually timid nature.
It is as if all of nature heaves a relived sigh to have made it beyond the sweat of summer, and in that moment, however fleeting, it draws strength for the silent winter ahead.
Such are the moments of spiritual refreshing. The season of toil can offer few pleasures. It's a sweaty, robust place that uses up all of the water of the Spirit it receives. At other times, the summer of our spirit hems us in. We isolate in the semi-comfort of the air-conditioned, TV-watching place where we merely pass time. But in the spiritual fall, we exit the confines of both busyness and laziness and relish rejuvenation. We enjoy the harvest of our labors, or we pick up the energy to live life rather than merely observe its fleeting passage. It's a time of ownership and possibilities.
Such is the nature of fall, and I, like the life I observe all around me, relish its splendor. The most meaningful aspect of this season is that I find the truth of this part of Isaiah 30:10 (NLT) "Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength." There is true replenishment in God.
Unlike the sporadic nature of southern cool breezes, the refreshing "fix it" that God's presence brings can be enjoyed any season of the year!
It is as if all of nature heaves a relived sigh to have made it beyond the sweat of summer, and in that moment, however fleeting, it draws strength for the silent winter ahead.
Such are the moments of spiritual refreshing. The season of toil can offer few pleasures. It's a sweaty, robust place that uses up all of the water of the Spirit it receives. At other times, the summer of our spirit hems us in. We isolate in the semi-comfort of the air-conditioned, TV-watching place where we merely pass time. But in the spiritual fall, we exit the confines of both busyness and laziness and relish rejuvenation. We enjoy the harvest of our labors, or we pick up the energy to live life rather than merely observe its fleeting passage. It's a time of ownership and possibilities.
Such is the nature of fall, and I, like the life I observe all around me, relish its splendor. The most meaningful aspect of this season is that I find the truth of this part of Isaiah 30:10 (NLT) "Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength." There is true replenishment in God.
Unlike the sporadic nature of southern cool breezes, the refreshing "fix it" that God's presence brings can be enjoyed any season of the year!
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