Seasons

I love the fall.  I love the cooler days and the crisp evenings.  I love the explosion of color on the trees that line our subdivision:  red, brown, yellow, and gold leaves fluttering to the ground as I drive by.  I love seeing front porches lined with bright orange pumpkins and funny looking scarecrows.  I love the smell of apples and cinnamon coming from the fresh apple crisp in the oven.  But after a few weeks the trees are all bare.  It’s starts getting dark at 4:30.  The temperature drops into the low 30’s, and fall isn’t nearly as fun as it was in late September.

When winter hits there is Christmas and the chance of snow.  I love sitting in the living room with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate as I watch giant flakes turn our back yard into a winter fairy land.  Snuggling under soft afghans I think; “I love winter.”  But then I have to go out to the store on roads slick with snow and ice and I think: “Enough of this cold, I can hardly wait until spring”.

Spring with it’s new life and daffodils and tulips would be perfect, if it wasn’t for the rain and the uncertain weather, and the fact that my allergies kick into high gear.  And summer with it’s long days and warm sunshine would be great, if it just didn’t get so hot and dry in our neck of the woods.  In the end there is something good and something bad about every season.  Something to look forward to and something that brings discomfort and sadness.

The same is true for the seasons of life.  We start out young and full of ideas.  Everything is new and exciting.  We get married, buy houses and have babies.  We may not have much money, but we have dreams and plans.  Life is good except for the lack of sleep and long hours trying to prove that you “have what it takes” at work.

In our next season we spend a good deal of time in the car taking kids to soccer and baseball and dance lessons.  We buy a bigger home. Get a promotion.  Become more responsible.  We start wondering how we are going to get the kids through college while putting money aside for retirement.  We feel stuck between rebellious teenagers and aging parents.

Before we know it, a new season has begun.  We are now grandparents with bodies that are slowing down.  We start losing parents, and then friends, to cancer and heart disease.  We move a little slower and spend more time at the doctors.  We have more wisdom but can’t seem to remember things as well. We know that our final season is just around the corner.

Ecclesiastes 3 tells us there is a time for everything, a season for every activity under the heavens.  I don’t know what season you are in right now.  Some of you may be in a time of weeping, some in a time of laughing.  Some of you are in a time of dancing while some are in a time of mourning.  It’s easy to get stuck looking backwards or forwards rather than being in the moment.  Looking at the bad rather than the good.  But no matter what season you are in, God says that everything will be made beautiful in His time.  So sit back and enjoy whatever season you are in, realizing that the best season is yet to come.

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