God ordered that Fall would arrive on schedule in late September. And, it did. But once the sun moved past the equator changes began to happen as the intensity of sunlight shifted southward. Each year the impact of Fall is realized, at least for me, sometime after the equator is crossed. So today, I sense the spirit of Fall has come.
Today a damp, cold rain is preparing the leaves for their annual display of color signifying the beauty of death and renewal. The spirit of fall speaks of hope that can only come when we let go of what we hold dear and seek the renewing grace of Christ’s redemption. Fall’s colors are bold and stunning. Then the colors are gone, blown away by the winds of the true Spirit of fall. The stark contrast from spectacular color to drab grayness is overwhelming in scope. Fall’s spirit reminds us that the fresh greens of spring’s renewal that are sure to come.
The spirit of fall arrived today driven by winds of the Spirit that brings life from death, renewal from loss, beauty from pain.