Lord Of the Seasons

You gotta love a God who puts on a yearly color display just for our enjoyment. I don't know if the fox or the squirrel or the bluejay really appreciates it quite like we do. I see the royal reds, yellows mixing with greens, Rocky Mountain gold clinging to the aspens for a few last days, and I wonder, "And this is just what we can see!" I imagine it gets even better when we see with not just our eyes but our new glorified bodies.

As long as the earth endures,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night
will never cease. Genesis 8

The cold and the heat both come in their times. Summer and winter come and make us forget the other's warmth and chill. We sit in the summer and can't imagine shutting the windows to hold in the heat. Neither can we consider opening the windows to let in the winter's chill. We live between the extremes,

The Lord is the one who designed the seasons. He knows each leaf, each tree. He knows what color they will be tomorrow and when the tree will die. He is a master at His artwork, and His artwork happens to be everything, including you and me. He knows our seasons too, when we will grow in the warmth of our summers and when we will slow in a winter sleep. He knows what color our actions will be tomorrow and when we will die. He can't be disappointed in what we become because he knows what we will be one day. He called Daniel, Moses, Paul and Timothy. He called Deborah, Rahab, Mary and Martha. He knew their first stirrings as a seed inside their mothers and their dying breath and every day in between. He knows the seasons. He called them, and they answered. Their seasons are His. He is the Lord of the seasons.

Our first snowfall came yesterday. The kids held us to the promise that we would have a snow day on the first day it snowed. They've really enjoyed themselves today. Me, I'm having a cut apple and peanut butter, enjoying the season I'm in.