Lately I’ve noticed the sky changing from the brightness of a long summer’s day to an orange-pink hue, and I know summer is stepping aside for the beauty of autumn. I must admit I usually feel a bit melancholy at this transition because although autumn is my favorite season I know what follows – the brutal cold of winter, and the ghost of summer fading to memory. I know we each have our preferred season but we don’t get to pick and choose what seasons we keep and which we eliminate - much like life. There are beautiful seasons in life that we wish would continue forever but, like natural seasons, they come to an end ushering in winter. But, in the isolation of winter while much of nature dies, beautiful things emerge. There is growth underneath the hardness of the ground and just like our lives God is growing beautiful things that will withstand the harsh sometimes unfathomable events of life’s seasons. He is working in all seasons of life-both bitter and beautiful.