The Funk of Fall

Every year, about this time, the funk of fall starts settling in. It's like this dark cloud that comes in and just camps out over our house until around Christmas. I'm not saying that we're doom and gloom all the time, but there's just this heaviness that seems to be looming about. I don't know that I've even recognized it before as a recurring season of life, but looking back I can see how the fall is such a fragile time of the year. It's Joel's busiest time of the year, and this fall will be busier than ever with us taking kids to camp in October. It's the time of year where Joel's heart is broken over and over by his beloved Dawgs. To his defense, he has promised me that he wasn't going to care as much this year (and he's done pretty good so far). It's the time of year where we seldom get to sit down together as a family for a meal, and I rarely even have a night that I can cook a meal. Young Life is going 90 miles a minute. Finances always seem to be way out of whack. Everything in the house starts falling apart. And so on. Within all that is good, good stuff...like having close to 200 kids around Macon hear about Jesus Christ at club every Monday, harvesting a new crop of leaders, trusting the Lord for provisions, and building relationships with high school kids so that they can know life that is truly life. So, the funk of fall (or Satan) is not going to win. We're going to cling to Jesus and know that we are called by God, built by God, equipped by God, and covered by God (thanks Bill Goans).