Here come the fall colors on the Last Frontier:

Red, like rust. Red, like roses. Crimson red. Cherry red. Honey amber. Yellow-gold and bronze. Leaves cling or cartwheel everywhere. Needles and cones hold on for dear life in autumn winds.

Night and morning clouds hide the mountains–until the sun shines a brief revelation: termination dust signals an end to summer!

Under cover of mist, above treeline, it’s been snowing in undecided fits and starts. Us weather watchers break out the parkas. We look forward to ivory flakes descending BELOW treeline.

From time immemorial the very nature of all climate is change. We anticipate winter’s arrival and EXPECT a white mantle to blanket our valley floor.

But with much more certainty, we can EXPECT Jesus to spread grace in our season of need.

No matter how far the temperatures drop, Christ never shoulders into a parka and turns his back on us. His name means Savior, and he asks us to give up our attempts to control the “weather.” We cannot change circumstances–or a single zephyr (breeze). Only God can.

 God’s grace precedes the polar gales we will confront in life, and his mercy is our shelter in every season.

Remember the Savior’s words to you:

“… Be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matt. 28:20 NLT)

So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most. (Heb. 4:16 NLT)