I hate death, but I love autumn. Fresh winds of crisp air and blazing colors of glory sweep through our world like whispers of anticipated change to come.

But autumn is a death—the end of newborn spring and prolonged summer—as even leaves fall onto the ground to be buried alongside us.

In both the desolation and the beauty, I’m learning that my appreciation for a season of weather can cultivate my appreciation for a season of life too. 

We anticipate, celebrate, and rejoice in autumn for many of the same reasons we can take heart and find hope even in the season of death. 

https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/autumns-comfort-grieving/