Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Four Seasons

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. Seasons of the worls. Seasons of our lives.
What season are you in?

Spring. When the dead comes back to life. Plants bloom, leaves return to the trees. Birds' songs fill the air. Hope. Rebirth. A wonderful time to be in, isn't it?
My life has gone through a spring. New life. Rebirth. Mourning turns into dancing. Sorrow to joy. Renewed relationships. Hope for the future. An amazing season. But not without its storms, right? I mean, one minute, I'm walking along, the sun is shining, birds are chirping. Then the clouds roll in, the thunder booms, lightning strikes, and gale force winds threaten to blow me over. I endure, dig deep, and head for the cover of my Father's shelter.
The storm passes and all is well once again.

Summer.  It's an amazing season, this time I call Summer. It's a time of being outside, enjoying God's creation. The lakes, the beach, the mountains. Breath-taking. I can see God's glory all around me, and I love it. The sun shines high in the sky, causing warmth to flood through my body. Sometimes, too much warmth. I find myself overheated by the glaring ball in the sky. Parched. Needing shade and water. What do I do? I go to the living Water during my times of drought. He quenches my thirst and saturates my soul.

Fall. I love living in Colorado where I can see the leaves change colors. Oranges, reds, and browns cover the ground. The air drops in temperatures from the nineties to the sixties. A chill forms in the air, reminding me Winter is just around the corner. But before that season comes, I must first endure and enjoy the fall. In this season of my life, the fall prepares me for the winter. It's a time when I know something difficult is coming my way. When I can feel the chill in my bones, but am not quite ready for it yet. I know it's coming, though. So what do I do? I go to the One who goes before me. The One who directs my steps and holds me by His righteous right Hand. I don't have to go through the coming winter alone. Nope. I've got God going before and after me.

Winter. Honestly, my favorite season. I love wearing layers and staying warm. Snow is wonderful. I find myself in awe that each snowflake is different. No two are alike. Give me a cup of coffee, ok, a mocha, and let me stay inside where it is warm and cozy. If only it were that easy. I have to leave the comfort of my home. I need to take the boys to school or run errands when it snows. I must face those slippery roads, the icy streets, the blizzards that will come my way. But I don't have to do it alone. I go to the One who promises to lead me, to be with me wherever I go, no matter what I go through. I turn to the King who faced all the things I have, death, life, stress, sadness, and overcame. And I know I will overcome, too.

Seasons. We all go through them. We all face them. The question is, how do you do it? And on the lighter side, what's your favorite season?