I love the Fall. It was something I missed while living overseas. Our seasons there were only two—dry or rainy.

There is something about the crispness of the air in the Fall that is so invigorating. The colours are beginning to change and markets are full of local goodness from abundant harvests. People are canning and freezing, storing up the tastes of summer to enjoy during the long days of winter.

The seasons are also a permanent testimony to the steady, stable, faithful presence of God in a world that is not steady, stable or faithful. They are a testimony to "right side up" in an "upside down" world.

Early in history, God made this promise: "As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease" (Genesis 8:22).

Frost will touch the flowers. Leaves will fall. Snow will fly. Ice will melt. Buds will appear. Harvests will be planted and gathered. Frost will touch the flowers...

That's the way it always has been and that's the way it always will be. Unchanging and unchangeable as long as earth remains.

The seasons remind us of an unchanging and an unchangeable God. The reminder calms our anxious hearts and settles the butterflies in our stomachs. It chases the disturbing thoughts from our minds and offers instead a renewed resolve to trust, to persevere, to worship, to obey.

Every season brings its storms. But every season brings its sunshine. That too never changes. But in the storm we remember that the sunshine is also a guarantee from the God Who has made a promise and never fails to keep the promises He has made.

The seasons testify to that.


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