A New Season
All of a sudden, there it is. Beautiful color emerging all about the place. Outside every window of our Victorian Farmhouse, there is a blossom of tender, baby-fresh colors.
This is one of my favorite times of the year—new flowers, the green grass, the cool rains, and the fresh smell in the breeze. It is all so refreshing, and full of hope. Hope for a new start, new life, and a new season.
I think everyone has at least one thing they love about the delicate budding of a new season. Not only for the passing seasons of the year, but the seasons we endure throughout our lives.
Sometimes we find ourselves rejoicing in a beautiful outcome of things we have prayed for. Other times we find ourselves questioning our own sincerity, and our own faith.
Perhaps, even questioning if God loves us, or hears our cries.
Even believers can go through seasons of doubt, and insecurity. When we weather all sorts of storms, and ride the waves of trials—may they be small, or fiery, or find ourselves in the wilderness, it can be difficult to remember that it is to refine, and strengthen us.
Another benefit from these times, is to draw us closer to the Lord.
These seasons of hardships come to an end, leaving us stronger, wiser, and more equipped to walk through darkness another time. For the Christian, it is the calling to perseverance.
“And let us not grow weary of doing good,
for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”
In the same way that I love the beginning of a beautiful season, because it means the end of a long, dark, bitter season–I should, as a believer, remember that this too, shall pass. I will endure dark storms again, but with each passing season, I will grow, and endure, so long as I lean to the understanding, and sovereignty of God.
My strength comes from the very One, Who saved me.
“but they who wait for the Lord, shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.”