This morning I was lying in my bed dreading the action of sitting up and putting both bare feet on the hard ground. I continued to cover myself with a comforter and suffocate under my 5 pillows (excessive, I know) when I noticed sunlight finding its way into my room. My curtains are hanging sturdy, guarding my eyes from this brightness, but it is daylight outside now; the sun will shine and the light will seep into my dark room even though I use fabric in attempts to turn the day back into night.
As I bitterly stared at this long and thick line of sunlight shining on my wall, God spoke to me ever so clearly: I cannot change or alter seasons; I cannot hurry the Autumn along to Winter, nor change the day back to night. It's getting cold out whether I voted for or against the change of temperature. My only option is to put a sweater and gloves on and hope the heat in my car is still working. I may adore the cold or I may despise it -- either way, the temperature is dropping and will continue in the same patter for a while. But after Fall and after Winter, come a new season: Spring. And I can't rush or wish any time along. I can pray I survive the cold and that my sweaters stand strong against the snow, and I can even pray this season isn't a long one, but I cannot suddenly step outside of Autumn, or outside of the daytime. There is a time for everything, and no matter how long I look at the calender or clock, or whether I understand the reasoning and science for such changes -- it is Fall and it is day. I will prepare for the sunlight and dress for the cooler temperatures. It's my only option, and I will embrace it because it is where God has placed me.
