Last month as I walked the dogs in the morning, it was bright and sunny and I had to shield my eyes to see. This month as I walk the dogs, the bright lights are from the cars that fail to dim their headlights and I have to shield my eyes to see.

The first geese have passed through and another migration season begins. The salmonberries are still clinging to the bushes and are filled with their late season sweetness, left alone now by the bears as the salmon pack the rivers and fill their bellies. Fall is here and it is filled with the promise of rest.

The colors on the hillsides are beginning to change as the grasses and bushes begin to slow production and prepare for their winters rest. The bears know they have to fill their bellies and add some extra fat to prepare for their winters rest. The geese know they have a long flight ahead of them, but they are headed for their winter’s rest.

The sun comes up later and lies down earlier to give the land its needed rest. As all of nature prepares for her long winters rest our lives get busy. School has begun again, and as nature prepares to rest, the minds of our youth must get busy to keep up.

Fall sports are in full swing and muscles that have taken too much rest in the summer complain loudly in protest of our demands.

In the churches, our youth programs return from a summer hiatus. In the Salvation Army world, the preparations for another Christmas season are in full swing.

Am I the only one who wonders if we don’t have things backward? Shouldn’t we take our cues from nature and get busy in the springtime and rest in the winter?

God would probably say, “Only if you think you’re a tree.”

Each year as the fall activities begin and lives get busier, I begin to wonder, “When did it slow down?”

If we get busier each fall, shouldn’t we have a slowdown somewhere? How long can we keep getting busier, and at what point do we find rest?

I love this time of year. The mornings become crisper and before we are ready we will find frost instead of dew. As we walk the forest trails, the paths that seemed so narrow and closed in will begin to grow as grasses and bushes die down. Sights that have remained hidden all summer will once again take our breaths away, and we will pause and take rest in the vistas that open up before us.

Solomon told us “There is a time for everything and a season for every activity.”

He concluded that chapter by saying, “So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work.”

In the toil of our hands and our minds we find a promise of rest. It’s how we were wired. It’s in our DNA.

As we walk the journey that is laid out before each of us, may our tasks be quick at hand and our souls in heaven’s rest.

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