A New Season

Seasons come and seasons go, rolling into our lives one after the other. White caps crashing thunderously against the craggy wall, menacing clouds opening up in lightning filled skies. They drench our souls, toss our emotions to and fro in the swirling ravishing winds.

 As night turns to day, the warm, gentle breeze filters through leafless trees. Cresting waves splash playfully on the sandy shore. Sparkling white blankets the earth, peaceful somehow. Sunshine or rain, crisp autumn night air, winters freeze, the seasons come, and the seasons go.

 As a child, I was so afraid of the dark stormy night. I would pull the covers up over my head and try to muster up the courage to jump up and climb into my older sisters bed. It was as if I were frozen there. It took all of my strength to talk myself into making the move that I knew, would help me feel safe through the night.

I find myself falling back to the old patterns when times are trying. I know, if I can hide under the shadow of God's wing I will find comfort, shelter, and security. Why? is it so hard to run to him, hide under his loving kindness. He has always been there for me. Even when others forsook me, he never left me.
He spread his wing and beckoned, come now, I want to gather you, like the mother hen gathers her chicks, under my wing. He never said I would not have storms in my life, but he would see me through every one of them.

 I have found every season has its part in nature, as well as in our hearts. It has been one of those long stormy night seasons for me, but I have learned to hold fast to the truth of Gods' love for me. It's never ending. He is always faithful, it states in the Bible; his faithfulness reaches the heavens.

 As new life springs forth in the morning sun, I breathe deeply and thank God for his faithfulness. I step into the warming rays that filter through the passing white cloud and give him a shout, a song, a dance of praise. Bright bursts of yellow spring forth in the garden outside my window, my heart blooms with renewed joy.

I hear His voice beckoning, calling me by name,  come with me,  the cold, harsh, stormy night of winter is past.   The flowers are lifting their heads toward the sun. The season of rejoicing is here. Get up and come with me to the valley of ministry.(my paraphrase of ) Song of Songs 1:10-13