My Life Has Seasons Too

I want to live on one of those Greek islands where it seems the sky is always blue, the weather is always mild and the white walls of home, always open, warm, and sunny. No need for windows or doors, there exists nothing harsh, only the most agreeable things: water, air, light, beauty, and a bike with a basket to take to the market. Oh, it doesn’t have to be in Greece, I suppose, any pleasant remote island will do. And by “remote” I mean, removed from all things I do not prefer.

I am sitting by my fire in sweats and a scarf. This New Jersey winter chuckles at my Santorini home. The seasons would find me there too. Not the cold and sleet, perhaps, but the seasons of my life, those pesky ebbs and flows.  Having lived through over fifty seasons, those of the calendar and the soul, I have come to understand why the Lord supplies them all.

Autumn delivers a sudden change in circumstance. A raw wind threatens and things turn dark.  Lord, everything is dreary, bare and dry. God hasn’t left.  A winter sinks in and the gears of my days stiffen. Lord, when will it end? I don’t know where to go from here. God answers. A spring brings promises and eagerness to secure them. Lord, yes! Budding and thaw! More, more, more! God supplies. Summer completes the work and brings rest. Lord, thank you. I need You. I trust You. God blesses.  In all seasons, God blesses.

He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down. Psalm 104:19