Fall

This season goes by the name Fall. It is supposed to mean yellow crunchy leaves, wind, and dark hues of red and light shades of brown. But to me, the past few months have been a different kind of season. My season has been characterized by wind of a different sort... the kind that moves me and changes me and makes me think. The leaves, falling from trees, have meant a different kind of fall. The fall that causes me to think about the brokenness of this world on a daily basis. The deep hues of red and light shades of brown have meant despair and confusion in a world marked by death and tragedy. This season has been marked with growing pains and a jumble of ideas that don't quite know how to complete themselves. But as the season Fall is beautiful, as is my own personal season. There are days that I feel like a crunched up and broken leaf, days that the wind blows so hard that I can't find my thoughts in the midst of it and hours that I can't help but think about the sadness that surrounds us... but God's voice is louder than any of that. Even his whisper can seep through the loudest howl.