My favorite season is the fall.  The crisp air and the colorful leaves call me out of the house and into nature.  I think of winding mountain roads, antique stores, and roadside stands with the smell of boiled peanuts.  I love to hike to waterfalls with a picnic and to go to fall festivals to stroll through the booths in search of some great deal.  The cooler weather has been wonderful this week as the leaves begin to change here in the mountains.  I find myself excited about the change of seasons.  I have been feeling good, so evening walks are a great outlet…as long as they are on flat ground. 

It has not been lost on me that the leaves are falling at the same time as my hair is falling out.  Somehow, God has a sense of humor even in the seasons of my life.  My hair will fall out in the fall and I will be bare in the winter.  In the spring, my new hair will sprout.  Even in God’s humor, I find myself hopeful because the seasons always change.  I will not be stuck in one season…one always follows the other.  A season of loss will always be followed by a season of growth.  Seasons are linked to one another both in nature and in life.  That in itself is reason to look forward.  I am going to enjoy each season as I press through.  I am not going to let my current exhaustion hold me back from this autumn season.  I will rest when I need to and continue to enjoy the fall even as my hair falls out.  I am committed to allow this cycle of life to cause new growth in my life…and I can’t wait for the spring!