Autumn is a great time to move somewhere new.
The trees turning from green to red to golden are not only so beautiful as to make the heart ache with joy, but they also serve to remind that change is the way of the world, and it is good.
Change brings many little deaths – the fare-thee-well of the green of well-known places and faces, the see-you-soon glowing ambers of goodbye tears and warm wishes – but autumn comes so that springtime can, in time, flourish once more with fresh growth and vigour.
Winter follows Autumn. It can be cold and dark with unfamiliarity, slippery with icy loneliness, seemingly interminable. But Winter has its own surprises. Comfort found in a steaming mug. Hope alive in clear skies and starlit pinpricks. Rest in watching and waiting the approach of new birth.
“Behold I am doing something new! Now it Springs up; do you not perceive it?” Isa 43:19
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