As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease. (Genesis 8:22)
When my daughters were younger, they would often ask me what my favorite season is. That’s a hard question to answer. I see wonder and beauty in every season of the year, and look forward to each one in turn.
Spring is wonderful as creation is reborn. I love watching everything bloom and blossom, even though it triggers my allergies and makes my head feel like it is about to explode. Still, I always look forward to spring, even after mild winters like the one we just had.
Summer is nice, too. Good running weather. Lots of daylight. And there seems to be a different pace for summer. Life is a little more relaxed, sitting on the patio in the evening, enjoying the setting sun.
I can’t forget about fall, either. I look forward to creations’ many colors, even if I tire of raking up all those ‘colors’ once they fall from the trees. The cool, crisp air is a welcome relief after a long, hot summer, too. And fall is filled with memories of back to school and cross-country season and being a kid.
Even winter, as most know, holds a special place in my heart. The wonder of fresh-fallen snow, the cold, crisp air that burns the lungs a little when you breathe in, Christmas! It can get long, but I still love winter.
There is yet one more thing I love about the turning of the seasons; it fills me with hope. Each new season brings new promise and new adventures. I am reminded that no matter how down I may be or how hard life may be at the present, there will be tomorrow. Tomorrow is one of God’s greatest gifts, filled with promise and possibility.
Seedtime and harvest, summer and winter, day and night will never cease. And neither will God’s promise to fill each new day and each new season with possibility and the hope of God’s kingdom to come.
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