September sunlight slants through the front windows. It means Fall is just around the corner–the changing leaves, the color drooping from the branches. It means cooler weather and the beginning of the holidays. Moments like these remind me of my own changing.
The light is so clear, puddling on the carpet, and chasing away the shadows of yesterday. I stand by the glass, my palms flattened against it, seeing outside the sprigs of purple sage reaching for the sky, my purple plumbago crawling along the ground of my planter, and the bright mustard-yellow of my sunflowers—remnants of spring and summer; remnants of hope.
Tonight friends will knock on my door. I’ll feed them, set out my best china, and try to beat them soundly at Wii games. The September light reminds me that this life is short. The sun rises. The sun sets. Time passes. Moments wither and become memories like my flowers. I will not waste one more day on fear. Jesus is responsible for my season of change. I’ll choose to bask in this September light.
Describe your season of change.