Some Things Never Change

Fall is officially here! Welcome cooler weather and changing leaves, flannel shirts and frosty eves! I’ll take it all over the soggy, sultry summer we have had here in Virginia.

Even though my husband detests the cold weather, he is ready to put away his garden tools. It has not been a good summer for our vegetable garden. His tomatoes, in particular, have suffered from all sorts of disease and pests this summer, likely caused by all the damp weather.

I am grateful that I live in an area where I experience a variety of seasons, fall being my favorite one. I don’t think I would like living anywhere that has the same climate year-round. I would miss the emerging buds in March and the arrival of migrating songbirds and hummingbirds in April and May. I would miss listening for the first peepers, crickets and cicadas in the early summer months. And call me crazy, but I would miss the first feathery frost in October, and the first snow flurries around Thanksgiving.

In this ever-changing world, is there anything that remains the same?

Yes, there is! There is one truth that will never change:

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭13:8‬

No matter what life throws my way, I am confident in the steadfast love of Jesus, who was, is, and ever will be — my unchanging Savior.

Seasons to Remember

You can’t deny it . . .  fall is on the horizon. This realization hit me when my Google calendar suddenly flipped from July to August. We returned from two weeks overseas and found Halloween candy in the stores.

I am looking forward to fall though, but honestly, it has nothing to do with pumpkin spice latté. I’m ready to welcome the cooler sweater weather, colorful leaves, and college football. I long to sleep at night again with the windows wide open!

As a kid, I lived for summer. When your childhood home is on the ocean, you spend the entire winter dreaming about the days when you can run barefoot in the sand. I loved those carefree surf-filled sunny days, and listening to the waves crashing beneath my window at night. They are memories that truly stay with you for a lifetime.

Years later, my folks moved to the mountains of southwestern Maine and I discovered a new love for pine forests, fall foliage, and maple syrup. I saw my first moose and fed a chickadee from my hand. I went apple picking and even tried snowshoeing. And of all the Christmas mornings I can remember, nothing compared to waking up in the mountains with snow falling and a fire crackling in the wood stove.

I will always have fond memories of my childhood summers on the beach. Time has passed and I have lots of new memories of summers spent at the beach and in the mountains with my own children. And as the calendar flips to a new month, a new season, or a new year, I will look forward to many more seasons in my life, shared with friends and family, creating memories to cherish forever.