The last weekend of Georgia Fall

There’s one weekend in Georgia every fall where you can feel it. You might not realize it if you’re in the city, but it’s the turning point. It’s where the seasons converge. It’s when the ground decides to release the heat of the year but the sun is still holding back the winds chill with a day-long kiss. The skies are cloudless. The trees are painted with watercolor oranges and reds. In one weekend what was locks fingers with what is to come, and we for a moment get to stand in the peak.

I could feel something this Saturday. I knew this was it, in a day or two this moment would be gone.

So I drove.

I drove off with windows down floating on the arm wrestling truce between our sweltering summers and our icy winters.

And when I arrived at the mountain point I deemed ‘it’, I sat. I let the cold air fill my lungs and the orchestra of tiny fires fill my eyes.

I thanked God I got be here for this.

And I heard it.

We’re moving.

This is it.

While man may be waiting for January 2020, to force some kind of change, we’re standing on the precipice of God-made transition-all around us.

The tides are turning. Start looking up.

The leaves have changed, and in the chill things will die. Us saying goodbye doesn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful, it just means we have keep going. There will be some tough moments ahead. Some hard conversations you’d rather avoid. You may have to face some healing you thought was forgotten in the summer sun.

But at the end when it’s all said and done, and the trees are finally bare...

That’s when the most light will hit your face, and when unimpeded glory will let you know the fighting, and the mourning, and the sanctification have given way to something good.

It’s coming.

If you Google the peak days for fall in Georgia, you’ll see that this weekend was the last one. I didn’t know that when I wrote this post, but sometimes you can feel when something’s about to shift. Take a minute. Sit in the ‘peak’. And then go home. The seasons don’t ask us permission to move. The question is, are you coming with?