Life is a series of seasons. That’s what I’ve come to think…
This past winter was exceptionally cold, exceptionally snowy, and miserably long. I’m not superstitious, but I’ll admit I was afraid to take my shovel down to the basement for its retirement for the few shorts months we enjoy summer here in Michigan. I certainly didn’t want to have to bring it back up the stairs!
There have been seasons in my life too, that have seemed exceptionally cold, dark, miserable, and long. But this week, I’ve gone without a coat on my long walks by the lake, and have not been able to miss the tulips, the daffodils, and other perennials blooming. Nor have I been able to miss the sun shining through the windows of what seem like both sides of my home the past few mornings, and the birds singing have been the sweetest sounds as I struggle to peel open my eyes.
Today is the last day of my 9-day vacation, and all signs are pointing to new seasons. The shovel is now in the basement, the humidifier retired until fall, and I’m convinced a long, cold, dark, snowy season has finally ended. Goodbye shovel! You served me well, but I’m glad to tuck you away!
“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:10-11