I’m actually a fan of all four seasons. I do love summer . . to a point. But by the time September rolls around, I’m ready for fall. In my opinion, summer has a way of hanging around a bit too long like in the movie with the house guests that just wouldn’t leave.

I’d like summer better if it weren’t for all the humidity. But this is the South, and it’s kind of a package deal. Summer comes with bugs and humidity, period. You do not get to customize your season.

But I think the recent run of hot weather will only make me appreciate fall more, especially on those crisp Autumn nights where I can finally pull out my flannel. Plus, I have all my favorite holidays to look forward to.

Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall are all part of the cycle of life that God instituted so very long ago. The way life comes from death and new birth from barrenness is a picture of the spiritual life. Each season serves a purpose. If you took one out because it wasn’t your favorite, something would be missing and the cycle would be incomplete.

I don’t want to rush ahead. I want to savor the season I’m in and not miss anything by being too focused on the future. Still, I think I’m ready for pumpkins and jackets and leaves changing colors. Bring on fall, I say!