Changing Seasons, by Casey Ferguson

I’m finding it hard to believe, right now, that we’re already 5 weeks into the new school semester. The idea of going to class seems so fresh and new, with memories of summer ever so clear.

I have a confession to make: I don’t want to go to class. The only incentive I’m feeling now is the fact that I’m slated to walk across the stage this December to pick up my Bachelor’s degree. My body aches, my mind, I’m convinced, is at maximum capacity, and is it just me or did somebody move 8 a.m.? I’m convinced it’s coming earlier than it had before.

Today I woke up to discover that fall had arrived. Hearing it on the radio made it official, and stepping outside reiterated the fact for me. It was cold outside, and a little windy too; not typical September weather in Texas. But it was a good reminder of the seasonal nature of life.

In the same way I’m more than ready to be finished with the undergrad-student season of my life, I also feel that if it had come any sooner I might not have been ready for it. Considering my memories and this accomplishment I can’t help but feel torn between the feeling of fatigue and satisfaction. But the way I’ve been tried and shaped by these past few years at the university have become invaluable to me, and I wouldn’t trade my college experience for anything.

The natural world God designed around us echoes the seasonal nature He built inside of us. I think the biggest challenge for us may be this: enjoying each season of our lives while we’re living them rather than always wishing to rush ahead to the next.