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31
Oct
2005
My Favorite Season


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WELCOME to my favorite season - Fall! For some reason fall just seems to open the door to all things good and cozy. It's nature's reward for enduring a long, hot summer, and a signal that the holidays are just around the corner. The leaves model their new fall wardrobe as they twist and turn in the crisp autumn air. It's nature's biggest fashion show and the "in" colors are red, yellow and orange.

When I was a kid, autumn meant hayrides with the church youth group. I can still remember the laughter and the musty sweet smell of hay as the wagon bumped and creaked along and the welcome light of a harvest moon on an otherwise pitch-black country road. I can remember the crackle and glow of a bonfire and the hot, sticky "goo" of marshmallows roasted on a stick and someone always starting a round of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat."

One of my fondest autumn memories as a teenager was when we all piled into the car at 6:00 a.m. one chilly October Saturday and drove to a rural park. We cooked breakfast over an open fire - bacon, eggs and even biscuits and gravy. We were bundled up in jackets and blankets, and as cold as it was the passersby must have thought we were crazy. But breakfast never tasted so good! Just wrapping my hands around a cup of hot chocolate was a reminder of how much we take heat for granted.

As autumn deepened and the leaves fell from the trees, I remember the crunch and shuffle of leaves under my feet. I can still see them as they blow from the mountainous piles dad raked up to swirl and bob in the air like thousands of little kites. I can still see them as they tag and chase each other in the street like children at play.

Why did God go to the trouble of creating Autumn? Maybe it's His way of saying that sometimes it's okay to just let things "fall". In this wild and hurried life we are bombarded with responsibilities. The list of "must do's and should do's" grows longer
everyday. Our plates are full, and someone is always trying to dish up a side plate of things for us to do in our "spare time". The problem is there is no spare time, and very often our families are left in the emotional wake of our "bad day" boat. Why do we feel so guilty about leaving things undone to spend time with family?

Remembering my childhood at home, yes, the fence needed to be repaired and the eaves could have used a fresh coat of paint. But I've got to tell you, the picture of my dad that warms my heart is not the one where he's up on a ladder painting the house. It's the one of my little sister up in his lap playing an old board game. It's the one where he's pulling us in a wagon or on a sled when the fall gave way to winter. It's the one where he's pumping up bicycle tires and fiddling with training wheels. Paint chips and fades and fences fall into disrepair again, but time spent with family is time well-spent and has permanent implications.

Yes, mom could have kept the ironing caught up and organized the closets. She could have alphabetized the canned goods; but then she wouldn't have had time for the really important things - like teaching me embroidery stitches and how to roll cookie dough. There wouldn't have been time for singing silly songs like "Chickery Chick" and stories about the billygoat that ate Aunt Mabel's piecrust. I guarantee you, when I bounded in the door from school, I didn't care about the dishes in the sink. I was too enthralled with the scent of fresh cinnamon rolls in the oven; and although I probably never said so, I was impressed that she would stop what she was doing and take time to do that just for us. And at the end of the day bedtime Bible stories were much higher on her list than piles of laundry, and that priority has served her five children well.

My mom and my grandmother were pretty much cut from the same mold. They both knew a secret about "housekeeping" that many never learn. Cobwebs, though they appear quite fragile, are really very hardy. Left alone, they will thrive and grow and tomorrow they will still be there. Your children will not.

Maybe we should be more concerned with "homekeeping" rather than "housekeeping".

Oh, I'm not advocating that we all just let our homes and businesses go to the dogs. I'm just wondering if life would be less stressful and more joyful if like Autumn we just let things "FALL" for a season.

HAPPY AUTUMN!

Janice

Reader Comments

Hi!

I don't think we have met but I just read your article and I want you to know that I really enjoyed it... letting things fall for a season...that's a great thought.

Tammy D


Commented by Tammy Dunaway On 11/04/2005
Based on the eloquence of Janice's article, this piece should have received the most reader comments. Very beautifully written, Janice! As a young mother in todays hurry-up-and-get-things-done world, it is sometimes easy to forget that housework and things of that nature can wait. What matters most is devoting quality time to the family. After all, what adult has ever reflected upon their child-hood and commented, 'Mom didn't have much time for us kids when we were growing up, but goodness did she do an awesome job at sweeping the floors!'


Commented by On 11/08/2005
Thank you for your kind comments!!


Commented by On 11/11/2005
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