Autumn leaves on the tree from our neighbor’s yard
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.”
– Stanley Horowitz
This morning as we left the house in the autumn morning chill, Ray asked me, “Tell me again why you LIKE this time of year?” (He can’t stand cold weather at all!) I do love the changing leaves and cooler weather of fall, and the Missouri snow in winter. It’s beautiful and invigorating!
So often many of us gripe about the weather. “It’s so cold! I can’t wait for summer!” or my mantra, “It’s so hot! Turn up the a-c!” We’re always waiting for the next season, wanting the time to rush by, instead of enjoying the season we’re in right now.
A young mom says she can’t wait until her little ones are out of diapers, finished potty training, or in school so she has more time to herself. A teen says he can’t wait until he can drive or move into his own place “to do just what I want.” As the saying goes, to a 3rd grader a 5th grader is a god. Teenagers are counting the days until they’re 18 or 21, young adults in their 20’s and 30’s can’t wait until they’re reached “success,” mid-life, hard-working men and women look forward to retirement, and on it goes. Then grandpas and grandmas look back with longing at the flawless beauty of youth and their carefree days!
Will we ever be satisfied with our lives right now, aware and present of this moment, which is a precious gift from God?
To feel the cool wind on our cheeks in the fall, to perspire in the summer sun, means that we are alive.
Every season of the year and of our lives is a beautiful picture painted by God, His incredible handiwork of creation. And we are a part of that masterpiece for His glory. No matter what season we’re in today – winter, spring, little child, young adult, mid-life, or senior citizen, we should slow down, pay heed to who and what’s around us, and savor the moment – for it won’t come this way again.
“How do you know what will happen tomorrow? For your life is like the morning fog-it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.” (James 4:14, NLT)