I hate being cold, so it’s pretty understandable that my least favorite season is winter. I am a summertime girl to the core. Give me water and sun and I am forever a happy camper… or so I thought.
It was in the middle of the winter when my husband and I committed to move to a tropical island in the middle of the Caribbean. I looked forward to endless summer, a constant tan, and a never-ending supply of fresh ocean water if I got too hot. I was pumped. Once September rolled around in the islands, the never-satisfied human that I am, missed fall. I craved the crisp air, a cozy rainy day, and crunchy leaves under my favorite boots. I couldn’t believe it but I actually missed the seasons. I wanted the cold.
Sometimes it takes being removed from something you didn’t like to appreciate it for what it is. That’s what happened to me when I moved a thousand miles south of winter. As much as I loved the constant sunny days that came with island life, I missed the changes of the seasons. The chill of a fall breeze, the gray skies of December, and melting snow at the onset of spring were all missed. I also know that once I move back to Tennessee, I will miss these constant sunny days and salty air.
Although there is still an elusive allure to the “grass that is greener on the other side,” once your feet touch it, it tends to whither and fade. The leaves are prettier in Tennessee, Christmas is better in NYC, summer is better by the beach. (I didn’t mean to write a little poem there, but hey, there ya go). Being content with where we are is difficult, isn’t it? No one should give up or settle for complacency, but wishing your current “season” away, causing you to miss what is happening in your reality is not a beneficial outlook either.
One thing I have learned about seasons is they change often. Why not enjoy them while they are here? I am not just speaking of wishing winter into spring, but of wishing challenges into preferences. The hard seasons, the lonely seasons, the restful seasons, the busy seasons. Job said, “…Should we accept good from God, and not trouble?” In order for the beautiful warm spring to come with appreciation, the cold harsh winter must precede it. In order to have a plentiful harvest, you must first have a season of sowing. And don’t forget, it takes both sunny and rainy days to nourish a plant to maturity.
I have a long way to go but I am beginning to grasp how important spiritual seasons in our lives are. Each change gives us a chance to perk up a little, become more aware of our surroundings, and pay more attention. About this time two years ago I was in a season of sowing. I was pouring out, giving, and busier than ever. This time last year was a season of harvesting, resting, and being taught by my Heavenly Father.
Every season is for a specific reason, and it is best we embrace them for what they are, knowing that if we love Jesus, every single circumstance, season, and situation is working us toward our good (Romans 8:28). Because of that, we can be thankful for every cold, dark winter, every new bloom of what you thought was dead, and every sunny, bright morning of encouragement that comes. Each season is lovingly given from the hand of our Father with more than enough provision and blessing to keep us going, and the right amount of lessons to keep our hearts growing more in the likeness of Him.
Where are you today? You could be in a season that seems dark, lonely, and hard. You could be in a season where you feel like you have gone too far, not sure if God can bring any life from the mess you have made. You could be in a great place full of abundance and life.
Wherever we find ourselves in our seasons, lets commit to walk closely to our Creator, allowing every single aspect of life to wake us up a little more and draw nearer to Him. After all, He made the seasons with a purpose, and established the climate of our lives with just the right balance to result in optimum worship. Let’s not miss God’s purpose of the various seasons.