The Changing of Seasons

A week ago, fall officially began. This is a time of year when the pace seems to lessen a bit and sometimes it even seems like we have more time at home. Is this because the sun sets earlier or that activities slow down or that we've just decided we need some rest after the busy summer months?

Whatever the reason, these days I view the fall season with much appreciation. Two years ago, the beginning of the fall season brought a true change to the life of my family and I. When my son was 6 weeks old I was told that I had a tumor in my small intestine that would require surgery and further tests to determine just how severe it was. There I was, nursing and caring for my then 6 week old son, and I myself was breaking down. I questioned God's purpose and plan for my life. "Why me?" I asked many times. I begged and pleaded with God for an answer
believing (because of my faith in Him) that His will would be done.

A few weeks after the original diagnosis, I had the surgery, the tumor was removed and after a short stay in the hospital, I came home to recover and move on. The doctors determined that what I had was a freak tumor and should cause me no more complications. How relieved and greatful I was for such a wonderful report!

So, there I was. Fall was beginning, the leaves were changing and I myself had been changed. I had a renewed vigor for Christ and what he meant in my life. Each fall since then, as the leaves start changing and the air becomes cooler, I get that small reminder (almost like a tap on the shoulder) from God reminding me to be faithful and true to Him and He will see me through.