What’s your view about autumn?
To be honest, I used to really dislike it. The amount of sunlight affects how I feel (like many others- maybe you, too), and the darkening descent into winter used to fill me with dread. It still does, a bit, but my attitude has also changed. My friend Jenny helped me to notice the beauty of the autumn colours. Once I began to pay attention, I began to realise that autumn is- well, stunning! I began to love things about this rich season with all its glorious, understated beauty.
It makes me realise again that God is such an incredible, all-wise Creator. He doesn’t just do things. He does them in style! Ok, so we need seasons in this world. He gave them for a reason. They’re part of a rhythm He put into our world.
“While the earth remains,
Seedtime and harvest,
Cold and heat,
Winter and summer,
And day and night
Shall not cease.” Genesis 8:22
He made the seasons so beautiful! Even the slow descent into winter is attractive! And winter is never the end. God is the expert at bringing new beginnings. I think spring is an object lesson in God’s ability to bring new life when you think there can be nothing left.
It’s an encouragement to trust in Him. He always does things abundantly. He loves to make them beautiful. What He does is stunningly, amazingly good. If you’re on His side through Jesus, that’s a reason to be filled with hope, no matter how dark things may be.
He does all things well. He never makes mistakes. The seasons He makes are beautiful. His ways are abundantly good. His timing is perfect. He is trustworthy.
‘To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:’ Ecclesiastes 3:1
Ok, so this is a broken world. We only see echoes of Heaven here, amidst all the brokenness. But aren’t they beautiful echoes of Heaven? If you are trusting in Jesus as Saviour and following Him as Lord (and it’s not too late to do that now), it’s a reminder of hope in His plan, not just for this life but also a reminder of the Christian’s eternal Hope, where the beauty will be unspoiled.
‘Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. 2 Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. 4 And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
5 Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”’ Revelation 21:1-5a
And sometimes it’s good to just appreciate the joy of the moment; of the gifts He has given right now.
‘He has made everything beautiful in its time.’ Ecclesiastes 3:11a
I was blessed the other week by an afternoon at Castle Howard in Yorkshire. It was a mild, sunny autumn day. I walked around the rose gardens, framed with gently bronzing leaves and warmed by brightly streaming sunshine, and the beauty was breathtaking. I tried to capture it in a poem. It’s not perfect (and it’s also about October!), but I thought I’d share it. I hope it helps you enjoy autumn, too- and trust in His perfect ways. 🙂
Glowing out, all shimmering,
October slows. The birds still sing.
All gentle whispers, softly gleams
In peaceful beauty, softening.
As nature cools, the final blaze
Of colour wakens, spreads with grace
Across the patient, slowing days
And ripples peaceful in the trees.
I breathe this moment: glowing space
Before this beauty pass away.
Still catch it while it, glorious, spills
Across the gentle, soothing fields.
In stunning glory, final song,
This gentle, burnished beautiful.
Just for a moment, take and hold:
Drink in this splendour growing old.
This something waiting, breathtaking
That gleams across this peaceful scene.
It calms and joys and wakens yet.
It softens, soothes and takes my breath.
And, if you listen, you can sense
This beauty’s promise: cannot end.
And though to winter’s sleep it sends,
Its lullabies breathe spring again.
Then let brave nature blaze to rest:
To sleep within its pregnant nest
And grateful, sated, cool and wait
And dream rich dreams of spring again.
Scripture taken from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. Used by permission. All rights reserved.