Who doesn’t love the smell of apples, pumpkins, and spices? Who doesn’t love the blend of orange, amber, gold, green, and the deepest of reds? Who doesn’t love pies and Sunday football? My friends, fall is upon us! It is my favorite time of year, but ironically it is also a great metaphor for letting go and preparing your life for spring.
As you know fall is also called Autumn and while that has a beautiful ring to it, how simple yet powerful is the word “fall”? It symbolizes the falling of leaves and in Old English, the word derives from feallan which means “to fall or to die.” What else must fall right now in our lives? What leaves of pain, hurt, bitterness are we harboring and need to just let fall to the ground in order to bare our trees and prepare for new life?
This week has been one of the toughest weeks of my life and today when the cool air blew through, it reminded me that a new season it upon us and with those seasons comes change. Change is not comfortable. It feels like the dress that still doesn’t fit quite right, yet we have to put it on to remind ourselves of what we ultimately desire. Change is hard because of fear! Fear that we will not be successful at the new job or venture we are running towards. Fear that if we magnify the looking glass, we will see that our choices are not based on what is true and good, but what feels good. Fear that if I change my thinking, it will change who I am or maybe even make me weak.
But when God chooses to change the season, the world does not fight back. It understands that the falling, dying, and reviving is necessary for the story of life to continue. My shadows are roaring louder and bleeding darkness all over my picture lately, but I know that just as the season is changing, so is my life. I am being pruned and made bare, so that new life can well up and flourish. Closing the door on the chapters of our lives that have been kept a secret and held us captive is a scary, exhausting, yet enlightening experience.
Fall brings so many lovely smells, foods, pastimes into our lives and I want to bask in each of these with joy for what is to come, not sorrow for the losses that I have experienced.
What does fall represent to you? What are your favorite things about this new season you are in?