There is a scent in the air. The cool breezes are blowing through the trees. The temperatures have plunged into lower 80’s. Yes it is time, time for seasonal-affected mood swings. Light is diminishing and serotonin levels with it. The caped ketchup crusader, who has been fighting for the rights of lips and condiments, will soon be locked in a epic battle with his fallen body to maintain the ability to put on his socks.

Yes, I openly confess, to the amazement of you all, I’m sure, that I am moody. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not whining, just stating the facts. About this time every year, my body decides that it is going to operate at 50% capacity.

Living in a fallen body is the pits. Depression is a haunting reality in the lives of many people. Hard to understand. Hard to change. Often times it has a spiritual root, sin to be exact, discontentment with God’s plan, idolatry, unrepentant hearts, open rebellion. Often times we find ourselves in King David’s circumstance, our bodies “wasting away” as we live out of fellowship with our Father.

I’m not sure what goes on with me. Plenty of sin for certain, but the reality is that I live in fallen body that Christ will make new again, and until He does, the Autumn season is another time for me, and many like me, to cry out and experience the transcendent love of my Father.