Octobers are bittersweet for me. I’ve always struggled with seasonal blues, and while pumpkin spice and apple picking delight year after year, the fading daylight and chill in the air invoke dread and anxiety for me. Numerous joyful family occasions and birthdays fall in this month, coupled with memories of loss. But this year is different. This year I’m heading into October with more purpose than ever, more reasons to get outside, more reasons to turn my face to the sun and the Son. The autumn baby I’ve been blessed with is soaking in what safety feels like. Maybe this October is an opportunity for me to anchor to the true source of joy and light.