Pretty Spectacular View

The east-facing wall of our living room is made up of windows and frames a pretty spectacular view of the Sierra Nevada Foothills and beyond. 

Because of that view, we can keep close track of the change of seasons as we witness the sunrise every morning.  You see, two hills create what looks like a crevice or a notch.  Coincidentally, in the height of summer, the sun rises right out of that crevice.  But as we near the transition to Fall, that rise moves a little to the right every day.  

I wish I could tell you that I knew all of this on my own.  Heck, I’d be grateful just to be able to say I notice it at all.  But not so, with my husband, Mitch.  He scans that horizon everyday of summer, looking for that shift.  I’m not sure whether it’s because he only endures the summer or he really loves the autumn or if it’s a combination of both! 

What I do know is that when we get closer to Fall, it gives him hope.  Hope for cooler weather, hope for the onset of the holiday season and all of its traditions, and the hope for time with family.  Like the sunrises, there is a noticeable shift in my husband’s hope quotient. 

How about you?  What’s your favorite season?   Do you derive hope from it like Mitch? Hebrews tells us that our hope is realized through our faith. Please share your thoughts at Lifting Her Voice.com