My favorite season has always been Fall.
I love everything about it: crispy leaves, fire pits, football, cool weather, October.
And if my favorite season is fall, I'd have to say that my least favorite is Summer. I feel bad to say that, really. Summer is full of happiness, sun, water, flowers, warmth, no school, vacations. It's just that I never enjoy the summer as much as the other three seasons.
Last week, though, I was walking through the yard, feeling the heat beating down, noticing all of the grass that needed to be cut when I realized something....
The reason I love Fall so much is because of the contrast it brings to the summer.
Without summer, I wouldn't know how to appreciate fall. Without the oppressive heat and humidity I wouldn't know the joy of a cool, crisp morning.
When this thought entered my mind, I realized that so much of my life is that way. Without some poverty, I can't fully appreciate some wealth. Without some sickness, I can't be fully grateful for my health. Without pain, my muscles don't get strong.
Without summer, there is no fall.
God's plan is perfect in all its ways. I love it when I can see it so clearly.