Some of us are clinging desperately to August. Don’t go. It’s too soon. Others joyously embrace September, welcoming the new season of campfires, hoodies, and football. Which camp do you find yourself in?
If you ask me what my favorite season is, I will tell you it’s fall. Don’t get me wrong. I love spring with all the new life and vibrant colors it brings. And summer, well it goes without saying it’s never long enough. Winter, oh winter, I love a good deep snow or two, but then I’m pretty much over it.
Yep, I love fall. Especially September. But I have to admit that September is always bittersweet for me.
Some time ago I watched a video on YouTube. It was about sisters, one over 100 and the other in her high 90s. It was intended to be comic, and it is. But it was also sad.
Someone was visiting and brought old photographs for them to view. They recorded their reactions and interactions.
The oldest sister was almost deaf and forgets to wear her hearing aids. The other sister shouts to make her hear. Then she provides a play-by-play commentary about her not being able to hear.
The oldest sister gets her glasses so she can see the photos. She tenderly looks at each picture lingering over each one. She says nothing, more or less oblivious to anyone else in the room. You can tell by her expressions that memories are flooding through her mind and heart.
The other sister shouts at her to no avail asking why she would want to look at “those pictures.” At last, giving up in frustration she comments that she doesn’t want to see them because they make her sad.
I can see myself in both sisters.
September holds so many memories for me. Camping with my dad. Mom’s chili cooking on the stove. Hiking in the mountains with friends. Helping my grandpa with the final harvest of his garden and doing fall cleanup for my grandma. Swinging on the porch swing with my grandma or my aunt.
As I pondered the video and the changing seasons, I realized there have been a lot of songs written that talk about September. Lyrics began popping into my mind.
For instance, Earth, Wind & Fire’s “September,”: “Do you remember the 21st of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders while chasing the clouds away. Ba de ya – say you remember Ba de ya, dancing in September, Ba de ya- never was a cloudy day.”
Or what about Neil Diamond’s “September Morn,”: “September Morn, We danced until the night became a brand new day. Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play. September mornings still can make me feel that way.”
Of course, there is the classic “Try to Remember,” by Ed Ames: “Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green, and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember then follow.”
And finally, “September Song,” written in the 1930s: “Oh, it’s a long time from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When autumn weather turns leaves to flame, one hasn’t time for the waiting game. Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few… September, November… And these few precious days I’ll spend with you. These precious days.”
By reading the lyrics of these songs, it would appear September is a time of romance and dancing. But in all seriousness, the lyrics of each song reflect what both sisters were feeling about the photos. And what I feel when I remember my past Septembers.
My memories are precious. They bring a warmth and a comfort. But they also bring a little sadness.
I admit as I am writing this, memories escape my eye and roll down my cheek. But they are memories containing both sadness and joy.
Just as the meteorological seasons change, the seasons of our lives change too. They bring both joy and sorrow. A time to look back and a time to look ahead.
This is the song September sings to me: “Don’t grieve that it’s over, be grateful it was. Laugh that you lived and dance that you dared and inhale all that happened.” – Ann Voskamp
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give hope a hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)
Don’t live safe. Believe that you are His beloved because you are. The truth is, we don’t fully begin to live until we trust Him with every moment of our life.
“God can do anything, you know – far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams!” Ephesians 3:20 (MSG)
Welcome to September. Embrace this new season because the best is yet to come!!!
What song is September singing to you?