For as long as I can remember, the month of September has always held great significance in my life. In fact, it was on an almost perfect September day that I lost my father. I can remember feeling so betrayed by the sun – the way it continued to shine as darkness flooded my insides.
It was in September I married my best friend, and also had our first child. Shortly after Luca was born I pulled the blinds in my hospital room, surprised to find a blanket of clouds through the rain-streaked windows. I couldn’t believe how dark it was outside when everything around me was the brightest it had ever been. I guess that is why I hold September so dear – it reminds me how important it is to look beyond what is in front of me.
Shauna Niequist said, “There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming.” That is what September will always be for me, a season about becoming.