The season, regrettably, is changing again.
I love the colors, and the smell of walnut tree oils filling the air with an earthy aroma;
the sun shining so brightly on the leaves that if I listened closely, I might hear them sing; the sounds of crunching leaves, and the laughter of children jumping in them;
the wind swirling the leaves in airy crescendos and decrescendos as if they were heavenly ocean waves; the clouds burning in the sky at sunrise and sunset like no other time of the year.
Ecclesiastes 3 says:
1There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven--
2 A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
3 A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4 A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
5 A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
6 A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7 A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
8 A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace.
Some of my life seasons have been fraught with challenges, uncertainty, and change. They haven’t been comfortable. Yet I know that they are ordained of God for my growth and to draw me closer to Him. I’m learning to look for Him in every season.
Jamieson-Fausset-Brown Commentary says, “all things below are vain, and happiness is not to be found in them, because of their great uncertainty, and mutability, and transitoriness, and because they are so much out of the reach and power of men, and wholly in the disposal of another, to wit, God, who doth either give or take them away, either sweeten or embitter them, as it pleaseth him; and partly, to bring the minds of men into a quiet and cheerful dependence upon God’s providence, and submission to his will, and a state of preparation for all events.
So today, I am thankful for the seasons:
Thankful seasons, confusing seasons, heartbreaking seasons, and stretching seasons because I know that my loving God is in the middle of them ALL!
Goodbye, my autumn. I will miss you!