Autumn. It's a wonderful season. Lovely weather. Colorful leaves. Harvest crops.
It's also a hard season. Plant life is dying. Temperatures are dropping. Winter is coming.
After work I took a long walk to the lake across the highway from me. I love having such natural areas available to me in the city. Nature is relaxing and connects me to God. It's also a place where I can get some good exercise.
Seasons of life come and go, too. The past few years have felt like the end of autumn for me. There's been a lot of dying and fading away.
Sometimes I feel like that last leaf, alone and clinging hopelessly to the branch. Some days I feel like I'm surrounded by the beautiful colors of autumn. Most days I'm ready for the next season--but preferably skipping winter for spring. At least as far as life's seasons go.
The post-divorce years are not easy at first. There's a lot of loneliness--especially on the days without the kids. The future isn't as planned. Friends aren't there in the same way they were. New place to live. New traditions to figure out.
Life isn't meant to stay the same all the time. Midwesterners know the joy of the changing seasons. Life's seasons change too. And they're not always the most enjoyable moments, but there's always beauty within each. And the changes will come and their will be trials and beauty in the next season too.
I am learning to embrace each season that comes, and be willing to be the leaf that lets go of the branch when that time comes as well.