If you ask somebody what their favorite season is, chances are Spring or Summer will win out.
I get that. There’s something awe inspiring about everything bursting to new life after Winter, and Summer, with its sun-soaked lazy days, can be quite intoxicating.
But for me, nothing beats Fall. With its mild temperatures, azure skies, and Ozark hills blazing in red, gold, and orange. I think my soul was made for Fall.
Last weekend I made a trip across the top of Arkansas to visit family, and was left breathless by the beauty of this place. I pulled over a few times, trying to capture the colors, but my camera just couldn’t do it justice. And often, the best views were on treacherous curves, making it impossible to even attempt a picture.
This particular time, I was traveling alone, so I set my camera aside and just soaked in the view, leaning against my car for a few minutes here and there.
And it struck me: This is all an amazing display of death.
As gorgeous as they may be, these leaves are brightly hued because they are dying. And maybe I’m just a little slow, but I am beginning to realize that God shows himself just as magnificently in death and he does in life. And even though I should know this (isn’t the center of the gospel story one of death?) it’s like I’m just realizing this for the first time.
October, you have held a lot of death for me. Last October it was my baby, my Whitman, who was lost. This October, it is my marriage that is being laid to rest.
Those two sentence are so short, but packed with so much heartache. But even yet, I have seen God show himself in such stunning ways. Just when things look the bleakest, friends and loved ones have blazed red, gold, and orange on my horizon, lighting up the dark places. And I am grateful.
October, I will do my best to forgive you, you gloriously terrible month.