As far back as I can remember the changing of the seasons have produced profound effects on me, and none more drastically than the Fall. My attitude changes and I drift into some kind of unexplainable dark depression. I literally sink into an “I don’t care manhole”. I am sure there is a proper term for people like me, people who are drastically affected by the natural rotation of the climates and I am sure that most of you know what that term is but, this is Fall and my attitude is changing for the worst so I don’t care to know what it is. I’m not going to Google it, I’m not going to look it up, I’m not even going to ask anyone. I don’t know what the term is and I don’t care. Now, back to the changing seasons.
Why must this beautiful weather have to change? My entire life I have abhorred the Fall. Why can’t I hibernate? Fall is terrible, announcing the arrival of Winter. Winter, with it’s freezing temperatures, gusting winds, and icy roads. I hate the slipping and sliding and falling down. That is probably the reason it is appropriately named Fall. It warns us what we will soon be doing, Falling. How can anyone think of such imposing horror and not be depressed? I become ill just thinking about it. Now Spring, that’s a different story. I have always adored the Spring and all of its many gifts, the budding of the trees and the awaking of the flowers, the laughter of the people and animals as they come out of hibernation, the warm sun and the promise of warmer days ahead. Wow, that’s living. The 77 degree days and the warm breezes add to the manic love affair I have with Spring.
Wait a minute, today is 77 degrees and there is a warm breeze. Today the sun is warm on my face, and as I sit here anticipating gloom and doom I hear people talking and laughing. Hey, this is Fall and this is a beautiful day. Why am I sitting here wasting it in fear of what is yet to come? Tomorrow is not promised but surely I have today. And what a lovely day. The LORD created the seasons to do exactly what they do, change. Who am I to abhor a day that the LORD has made. Thank you LORD for the revelation that the seasons are not the only thing you made that should change. Thank you LORD for allowing me to see that I too must change. As it is written “not my will but thy will be done”. I must renew my mind and get in harmony with what is your will. My life is not about me or what I want but rather about you and what you have ordained and how I present myself, not in conflict with but, promoting to prove your perfect will.
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect will of God.