I broke out the sweaters today. Maybe it’s premature. It’s possible the seven-day forecast shows us in the 80s again by the end of next week. But right now, today, it’s chilly. There’s the snap of fall in the air. It’s high-school-football, soup-and-grilled cheese, snuggle-deeper-under-the-covers, slip-on-your-favorite-jeans-and-sweater weather.
For as long as I can remember, this time of year has done something inside me. It has made me feel more alive than summer ever could. There’s something lazy and draining and slow about summer, about heat that sucks the life right out of you (especially this year, when the hundred-degree days went on and on). But now, the heat has been broken. And I’m feeling like me. Anybody out there feeling it too?
It got me thinking this morning… I am so glad summer doesn’t last forever. And I’m so glad winter doesn’t last forever. I’m so glad that some days it rains and some days the sun shines. I’m so glad for change. Part of me resists change in my life, but the truth is, change is a beautiful thing. Change is what makes us alive. It might not always be fun, but ultimately, it’s an amazing gift from God, isn’t it?
So I’m grateful today, for my favorite silver sweater and blue jeans… for cooler weather and much-needed rain… for leaves that grow so beautiful in their deaths… and for a God who doesn’t leave us like we are, but allows us to marvel in change.