With the autumnal seasonal change, other changes are transpiring as well. A church fellowship diffusing, a loved one moving out….
Proximity diminishes; love does not.
Death is mingled with beauty – the ashen and gray and brown with red and orange. The season of green is fading away, but it is replaced by a season of harvest.
Chapters end, but it is not the end. The death of one season is the birth of a new one. After pain comes purpose, after loss comes liberty, after confusion comes clarity.
That which was suffered in the relentless heat of summer will be rewarded in the coolness of autumn. Our toil – futile though it once seemed – has not gone to waste. Redemption always comes, even if it seems to delay.
Summer was a season of travail, of suffering, of waiting – but also of growth. Autumn is a season of reaping, so that we may help others in the winter to come.
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