It crept in quietly and hid in the heat of today, fall.
It crept in quietly, and it does every year. This season where everything dries up and signs of life yield to death on the surface. Redemption is coming in the spring. But fall yields to winter, and it’s hard to believe spring will ever come.
Spring comes, annual resurrection, new life right in the midst of death. That is hopeful. It’s like it’s a picture of something larger than what it is, all creation groaning and waiting even as God reveals himself right in it’s midst, right in our midst.