Fall to me always means change. We see it right in front of our eyes as leaves transform from green to browns, yellows, and reds, as children enter a new year of school, as days become shorter and nights grow longer. And, ever since I gave my life to Jesus over ten years ago, fall has meant a time of change for me spiritually, as well.

Leaves change, eventually falling into big piles all over yards and roads. God reminds me that my life is the same. Fall is a time of change, of big messes, of falling apart to be put back together again. Fall is a time of pruning with Jesus and then waiting for spring to come when new life will grow.
Living in the Napa Valley, it’s hard not to notice all the vines and branches and I am reminded who is really in charge of my life.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15:5.

My job, in this and all seasons, is to abide in Jesus. While fall means changing and pruning, when I lean on Jesus and allow Him to be the director of my life, fruit will come.

Fruit will come