I have a strange relationship with the element of "change." I'm not always comfortable in new situations, with unknown people, or hard decisions. It can be difficult stepping from one season of life into the next, watching old friendships drift apart, or letting go.
But then there is Autumn.
Something about the rush of cold wind that turns my cheeks as crimson as the leaves....or maybe the pop of a campfire and shower of sparks as they scamper into a night sky....or the steamy waft of pumpkin spice swirling in my coffee....
Something about the tiptoe entry of Autumn reminds me that change is a beautiful thing. Letting go of the past feels less like a loss and more like sweet memories. Uncertain tomorrows become exciting new adventures. Evenings sparkle with laughter and treasures. Mornings become promises.
My Maker made a season for everything. And each one holds something golden.
Who says leaves die in the Fall? Haven't you ever seen them dance on the breeze?