Well, winter is on the way. The air is getting cold and heavy. There are no more flip-flops, no more shorts. No more couples laughing in the park, no more long sunny rides on my bike… at least for a little while.
I don’t know why, but God designed all to live in seasons. As I see lonely brown leaves swinging from naked branches, I am reminded that changing seasons is part of being alive. Each season’s end brings another season’s beginning, but there is always the transition period where the two seasons mix, and if you’re lucky, you can catch it.
I’m there. Everyday, I walk campus with wondering eyes. I’m so ready to leave this place, but as my last days here approach me on my horizon, I have a bittersweet heart. Saying goodbye is hard, and in me is sorrow mixed with the excitement of the new to come.
I move into my new season fully aware that like these withering days of fall, my time here is ending. Gently, I am being moved forward, and I am glad for the patience of the slow move; the end is precious, each moment full of life. God is teaching me the beauty of change. He allows me to walk along, red brick buildings here and there; I am sad, but in me I feel my life. He’s with me, and I know that although every season ends, God doesn’t. He’s with me. He’s here. We’ll do this together. amen.
-erfon
