The air is crisp. The scenery is rustically beautiful. The days are full of sweet expectations.
I haven’t always loved fall. There was a time when I literally hated it. There was a time when the passing of summer would feel like the dawning of gloom. Maybe I suffered from a temporal Seasonal Affective Disorder or something. I don’t know. What I do know now is that I’m in love with fall. More specifically, I’m in love with October.
The fall season has been redeemed for me by the month of October. Sweet, sweet October. October is the month that I married the most beautiful human being that I know and the month that our precious baby girl was born. It’s the month that changed my gloom to glory. Each year, I take on the ghost of sadness past with the gladness of present-day goodness. I beat the gloom with the expectation of great things.
This year I’m adding to my weaponry with the purchase of our first home! I’m grateful for the reasons I no longer hate the fall. But ultimately I’m grateful for the God who makes all these reasons possible.