I know all of you do not resonate with this sentiment, but I love the change of season and I do love the Fall season, even though I know what’s coming. I guess the routine of hot weather makes me long for the first day when you can see your breath in a big puff on a crisp morning. Mary Ann and I walked John Bryan State Park the other day and the colors were stunning.
Life has its seasons as well, doesn’t it? Each of them, from the season of an infant to old age has its own opportunities and its own obstacles. Each life season comes with its own characteristics we would just as soon avoid. But, not one is totally without its own unique redemptive features if we have eyes to see. There are seasons for action and for rest; seasons of giving and of receiving.
I guess my prayer for you and for myself is that I don’t miss the gift each season offers because I am resisting too much the part of the season that I don’t like. The Psalmist said in the very first psalm that “a person is like a tree planted by the streams of water, which yields its fruit in season.”
Let’s pray: God of the seasons, as we enter a new season, please give us the grace of knowing that it is here to offer us something of value. Give us patience to endure the discomfort as we wait for the time that builds us up. Amen.
I hope to see you in church this Sunday. Sunday School for adults begins at 9:30 and worship just an hour later. See you then.
