Russ and I were drinking our coffee and watching the sun rise, my knees tucked under me and a sweatshirt thrown over my morning workout clothes. The temperatures had been slowly creeping down in the morning, almost imperceptibly for the grown-ups who sit out here for coffee and a morning chat.
Lily quietly slid the side door open and popped out a wild bed head, she looked around and then stuck her nose up in the air. “It’s the first Fall morning!”
The change that had been happening for weeks during our convivial morning had been nearly lost on us, but for the one who had been oversleeping the sunrise for a couple of weeks, it was obvious.
Something big is shifting.
Fall is coming.
Because changing seasons can be like that, monumental changes happens in minute movements of life. A million tiny shifts until you realize you aren’t where you were. You aren’t who you were. It’s all in the details.
I guess it makes sense then that I first saw the change of seasons as I posted pictures on here for our summer update. They were loading so slow, so every little detail was showing up right in front of me…and I had lots of time to think about what this summer looked life for us. That’s when I noticed the shift. A picture of two of my girls trading bites of ice cream.
Something big is shifting.
Because while it looks like a regular trip to the ice cream shop in the middle of a sweltering beach vacation, it seems it was maybe a little more than that. A harbinger of who we are becoming a shift in where we are standing.
Because as each of my kids pressed their face up to glass to scan the approximately 3,284 ice cream flavors, and make the hard call of what to choose, no one picked a color.
Please tell me you know what I mean here? I want the pink one! I want the red and blue! (Titled “Superman”, can someone tell me what that’s supposed to taste like? A sweaty alien covered with the debris necessary to save the world? Thanks, but no thanks.)
Instead they sat and read the titles, argued the merits of the ingredients and ended up with flavors like blue-berry cheesecake, Gator-tracks (the ingredients read a little like rocky-road), double fudge (Because you have learned well grasshopper), and not a cotton candy or bubblegum flavored ice-cream cone in the bunch.
We did this same trip to this exact same ice cream shop last year and no one had the good sense to order maple pecan. When did it shift? What happened?
Looking through those pictures I realized we had experienced a monumental shift and I’d missed it in the minutia of the day.
The mountains I had prayed would be moved in the sticky-sweet days of having toddlers and pre-schoolers had jumped and I had been too busy hopping around to take notice. We are beginning a new season, a season of kids who can read the ingredients for themselves. A season of kids who care what the ingredients are.
It will come with its own challenges, growth, and prayers for mountains to move. From where I stand now I can look back and see God’s faithfulness to bring us this far, and it gives me the courage to face a new season with a heart fulls and hands full of hope.
Because this is the way forward, by taking an occasional glance back to see what God has done. To see where he has shifted you. One tiny step of obedience at a time and you find yourself somewhere new. You find yourself someone new.
So with the upcoming autumnal equinox, I raise a mug of spiced apple cider to you with a challenge: remember what God has done. A commission: Go forward in to the new season with courage. And a questions: Where have you noticed God shifting you lately?