Just as there are seasons in nature there are seasons in life. My favorite season is fall. Though the days of summer may be too short, the warmth of an Indian summer, crisp air, colorful changing of leaves, aroma of baked apples and fruitfulness of harvest time bring a sense of coziness that summer does not. It is a busy time of year as we are knee deep in school work and preparing for colder weather, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas, but I have come to realize every season is a busy one and despite any efforts to slow down and enjoy our time, days slip by almost unnoticed.
In life, seasons tend to change just as quickly as summer disappears into fall, and fall, much more quickly, into winter! Some seasons you wish could last forever and others can't end soon enough. A season comes along where everything falls into place, and then suddenly you don't know up from down and can't find your way back to normal or figure out what is going on or why it's going wrong. Taking things in stride seems like the best thing to do, like rolling with the waves in a storm, but it is also the hardest thing to do because we like control. We like to be the master of the ship, we like to command our way through the storm.
I find my best hope of sanity comes when I place all hope and trust in God who has promised to be my help in time of trouble, to be my shelter in the midst of the storm, who knows my every need and knows how strong and how weak I am. Although the season I am sailing through may be filled with discomfort, and I may feel unsettled, trying to push ahead onto that next part of the journey, I wait confidently and prayerfully for His perfect timing.
Well...the apples and pumpkins have been picked for the season, the garden is being put to bed, the pool is closed. Soon the leaves will be down and we will be raking, the crockpot will be working overtime, the blankets will be scattered across the living room, and winter will be knocking at the front door.
Where will our journey be taking us then?