I try to seize every opportunity to be outside. And so most days can find me hiking along one of the trails that are scattered throughout our community.

Some of the trails meander along the various rivers that flow through the area. Some paths lead us deep into woods crowded with towering red cedar trees. And one trail winds around the ocean inlet.

I especially treasure our walks during the autumn season. Partially because I sense that the harsh winter weather is lurking just around the corner.

But mostly I delight in the autumn season because I am enchanted by how it dresses up in vibrant colours and how its crisp air brushes up against my face.

The autumn light always draws my attention. For now, the light gently seeps into the wood, filtering through the trees on a slant. It seems a mutable, shifting light. That contrasts with the brilliant, penetrating rays of the hot, summer sun.

Walking through these wooded trails, season after season, year after year, a knowing settles deep in me.


“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

Nature, and its ever-changing cycle of seasons, convicts me that God has got this. That creation remains in His capable, loving hands.

And He will continue to make everything beautiful in its time.

So whenever we are walking through a dark winter season with its pale, bleak light, we can be certain that we will eventually cycle out of it, into the promising light of springtime.

For we can trust in the knowing. Having full confidence, that, “As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, will never cease.” (Genesis 8:21-22)


This is Day 22 of my Write 31 Days series for 2017:  @fiveminutefriday daily prompt:  LIGHT

For an index of all my posts in the series, please click here.

Photo Credits: Maarten Deckers, from Unsplash