The freshness of Fall


“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter’s deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world’s oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.”

― Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way

Today was one of those days I pinch myself and say ‘I still can’t believe we get to live here’. My children did not grow up experiencing the ‘turning of a season’. The Gold Coast, Australia pretty much had one season. Hot (or maybe warm). So today we went apple picking and experienced everything wonderful about fall.

The man who owned the apple orchard gave us our own personal ‘apple picking class’ on how to pick apples so that they won’t bruise. He called apples ‘sensitive fruit’. It was quite insightful.

It made me reflect on seasons, on sensitivity, on fruitfulness and on the pure joy of biting into a crisp apple.

“They are like trees planted in the house of the Lord, that flourish in the Temple of our God, that still bear fruit in old age and are always green and strong.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭92:13-14‬ ‭GNTD‬‬

It is my prayer that we would bear fruit and bring the same joy to others of fruitfulness that is fresh, crisp and sweet. Even if the fruit we bear feel like we have been tugged at to fall from the tree.. Look at what can come of your life. Apples or apple pies. Both are delicious.

Maybe your life feels like the fruit that was ‘tugged’ at by my Sahara Justice, to effectively leave the tree. It felt unjust, uncomfortable or even premature. The tugging hurt. The apple bruised. Your heart is tender. But don’t let the bruise turn the apple bitter.

Let that apple stay sweet. Let your life stay fresh. Unclutter that heart. Smell the changing of a season. Time and forgiveness heal everything. Make some pie. Add some spice. Awaken your senses to new smells. Let the fire of worship warm your spirit. Play in the fall leaves. What is it that unclutters your heart? What brings you joy? Discover in the rhythm of this season.


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