I have always loved the coming of fall.
The freedom and scattered life of summer gives way to a renewed sense of purpose--probably instilled by the totally arbitrary but deeply-ingrained rhythm of the school year. I look forward to the sense that we are beginning again, a little further along than last year, but with a clean slate, new clothes, a fresh box of sharpened pencils, ready to step forward into new territory.
With a new baby here, that sense is even more profoundly true: we discover new ways our life will (and is) changing every day. The face of Cascade Hills is changing as new people join us in our spiritual gatherings, also seeking a fresh start this fall. You can feel the shift in focus, energy, and momentum with each passing Sunday.
And best of all, God himself is painting the changes on the hills. The brilliant green of spring had long since given way to the leathery green of summer, and now it fades with the summer heat and the cricket-song, leaving behind a riot of colors before the quieting of the land.
Pause for a moment and savor the change in the air. Let fall bring its new charms, let the hills change as they may; take to your tasks with new vigor, long pants, and a cup of warm cider fresh from the apple harvest.