By Ashlie Miller

At the expense of offending lovers of spring, summer and winter, I submit the following.

Of all the seasons in the South (at least in N.C.), it seems that most of my friends are the most vocal about their love for autumn. Perhaps it is because the agonizing heat finally subsides — or at least hints at the prospects. Maybe it is because avenues of trees create a cozy canopy with flecks of gold or deep reds carpeting the walkway. “It feels like walking through a favorite movie,” I read someone post. Of course, the accessories of loose sweaters, favorite jeans, flannels, maybe a book and a warm cup of tea or coffee add to the aesthetic. We cannot forget the long bucket list of seasonal must-dos — apple orchards, pumpkin farms, corn mazes, fall festivals, hikes and road trips.

Many of us must remember another essential part of fall — preparation for rest. We know the squirrels, chipmunks and less adorable creatures are preparing for rest. However, it is not uncommon to hear a child pipe up with the misconception of plants dying as they lose their leaves. I confess I have fallen into the accidental slip of the tongue when speaking of plants “dying” in the fall. Of course, they are not dying but merely preparing for rest.

To add to the confusion, the autumn landscape serves as an unfortunate backdrop to things that truly do resemble death — ginormous skeletons, ghosts, monsters and cobwebs (both real and purchased for decor). I will be thankful when the landscape no longer has to compete with the symbols of the macabre or occult and can gleam more brilliantly as the jewel-toned shades of scarlet, amber and topaz.

As we dust away or throw out those cobwebs, take a moment to reflect on preparing for a season of rest. What a novel idea lost in our busy Western culture — a desire many crave but have buried deep within their souls while attempting to be more productive. In all except the extreme climates, autumn is a rule of nature — a time for shorter days, harvest, migration and early days of hibernation. We would be wise to take note of this preparation amongst the more humble species.

Consider the many health benefits that arise from this season. Though gaining an hour of sleep this weekend will throw many into havoc, the extra sleep is helpful to most of us. I love to get into “comfy clothes,” as we call them, at home and read books or play board games after an early supper. I am more likely to go for longer walks or attempt a game of pickleball with my sons. Perhaps I will nosh on one of the many apples from the orchard we visited or busy myself in the kitchen making chicken noodle soup from scratch to boost my immune system. I embrace a little more relaxation and feel my stresses melt away (or at least have a soothing outlet). I do not think it is only because I recharge best as an introvert that I feel at my best in this season. I believe it is part of the laws of nature.

The long for rest is a gift from above. Rest is good. And for those who believe in Christ as Lord, there is a promise of lasting rest. It will be better than the coziest autumn and snuggliest of winter months. It will be a life-giving time of service, not just a respite from weariness.

Ashlie Miller and her husband make time for restful moments with their family in Concord. You may contact her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.