When my alarm went off this morning, I was dreaming that I’d overslept. I was scrambling to text or email my boss to apologize and say that I’d be there as fast as I could. Of course, then, this thing and that thing began to happen, making it nearly impossible to get up and get ready.
The alarm was a welcome reprieve, especially as my mind woke up enough to realize I was actually cold. I’m not talking the freezing kind of cold but the snuggle-back-under-the-sheet-for-another-minute-or-two kind of cold.
And it felt good. I’m no fan of winter and know those days of bone-aching cold are probably ahead, but the fall nip in the air was so welcome after the long, hot summer.
It felt refreshing.
As fall rolls in after summer, I’m reminded of the faithful, enduring presence of the God who set the seasons in place.
Acts 14:17 tells us that even the seasons testify to the greatness of God. “and yet He did not leave Himself without witness, in that He did good and gave you rains from heaven and fruitful seasons, satisfying your hearts with food and gladness.”
Our year is measured in seasons and how much more so our lives. Ecclesiastes 3 famously reminds us that there’s a time for every purpose under heaven. We walk through seasons, guided by a Faithful Father.
As we walk into the cool crispness of this morning, I leave you with the words of Isaiah 41:10, “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”