My favorite seasons tend to be spring and summer.  I love to see the sprouting of new life and the manifestation of trees and flowers in full bloom. However, autumn has beckoned me this year. As I returned from my lunch break one day last week, I noticed a stream of leaves floating to the ground, almost like gold and crimson raindrops in slow motion. In the past, I have viewed the falling leaves as loss. Yet now I have seen beauty and hope, even in empty trees where seemingly barren branches have made room for something new. And so it goes with seasons.

 Your Call: How is “autumn” speaking to you?  Where might God be nudging you to make room for something new?