“To everything there is a season…” We’ve heard it many times.  My life has been so full of many “seasons”, and they are as distinctive as the seasons themselves.  Moving to Arkansas, I have realized that there are different kinds of seasons…they are not all alike.

In Arizona, for instance, we had seasons very different from here.  Summer began in June, usually hot and dry.  Without air conditioning, we would live out our days stretched out under the ceiling fan, or visiting the movie theatre or mall…some place cold inside. 🙂  Then July would come and so would the monsoons, meaning afternoon thunderstorms almost everyday.  They cooled things off and made everything green and fresh…wildflowers would spring up everywhere.  In August every vacant dirt lot would suddenly be full of my beloved sunflowers.  Yes, summer was a beautiful time to be outdoors.

Then came fall, and the days would begin to get cooler.  The few deciduous trees there were would turn colors and then the leaves would fall.  Around November it would be very dry and very cold…and very windy.  These combined to make skin very scaly and outside events avoided.  Depending on the year, November would sometimes bring the first snowfall, leading into December and winter. 

Winter varied from year to year, but there was always lots of snow, and it was always very cold.  And yet, not so very dismal.  The sun was almost always shining in the bright blue sky, and the pine trees never lost their green.  Winter seemed to last and last, and eventually, I admit, would get old.  March was always windy and the snow started to get dirty…spring never seemed to come.

And yet spring would come at last, usually not until April or May, but come it would.  The snow would start to melt, and everyone would watch for the first sign of blooms…the first green bud, hopeful of what was to come.

Here in Arkansas, however, the seasons are very different.  Summer is hot and muggy, and outside is avoided.  Fall is full of brilliant colors and wonderful weather…perfect for a harvest bonfire.  But then the leaves all fall, and hardly anything is green.  Winter. 

We’ve had some snow, but it disappears pretty quickly, leaving muddy ground.  The trees all look dead.  And the sky is rarely bright and clear…it’s usually just a plain old grey.  I am tempted to feel down…like Eeyore might have felt.  And yet I have learned that there is beauty in this winter too.  Driving through the hills, you look upon an expanse of hills and a beautiful purple haze covers all.  The bare trees suddenly reveal secrets once hidden behind their leaves.  It’s a time to snuggle up under a warm blanket with a hot cup of tea and a good book in hand.  A time to cook and bake and sew, all snug inside alongside those you love.  And those trees that look so dead, I know are only sleeping…waiting, hopeful, for the coming spring. 

Life, too, has different seasons.  Sometimes you come upon one you’ve never known before, and it may seem dismal and depressing.  Yet, this season has its own set of charms.  Yes, you can live with the hope of spring in mind, pining for what is to come.  But if you do, you will miss the beauty that is today…the beauty in the very season you are in. 

Longing for spring doesn’t bring it any faster.  In fact, it often makes the time pass slower.  And then, you may find spring finally here, and you realize that spring has its own set of problems.  Here, for instance, spring brings tornadoes…my dreaded nemesis.  I would only find myself longing for the next season.  And the next, and the next.  What a disappointment life would be, if we only lived for tomorrow!  But if you live each day to the fullest, delighting in the simple pleasures given to you right here, right now, then life can only be a thing of beauty.  Don’t waste your life despising the seasons God has put you in!  Instead, delight in the work He has given you.  Cherish those He has put in your life right now.  And never let yourself wake up dreading the day to come.

Those seasons will come that are grey and dreary, when you find yourself hoping for spring.  But know this: there is beauty in the greyest of seasons.  You just have to find it.

3 thoughts on “Seasons

  1. Hey honey this is your dad. What an absolutely beautiful way to suggest everybody embrace every season of their life, living each day to the fullest, and looking for goodness and beauty everywhere. I love you.

  2. Great perspective! Reading it reminded me of this video that a friend sent to me It is about the seasons of life. There is definitely beauty in every season, no matter how bleak it may seem. Choosing to see every season as a gift from God will reap great rewards. Thank you for posting this! I needed to be reminded to view my current season with joy and thanksgiving and to look for the beauty that is in it.

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