I really love the fact that here in good ol’ Blighty we have seasons. I literally cannot imagine living somewhere where it is consistently only one or two types of weather.
Winter is brilliant for its morning frosts and cold, crisp days. I love the snow and slight ache of breathing in cold air. We have new year and old rituals.
Spring brings the touch of new life and rebirth. It’s amazing for its blossom and greenery and bloom. I love the slightly warming days and the first hints of lengthening evenings; the smell of freshly cut grass.
I love summer for hot (hopefully!) days and long, mild evenings. I love it for barbecues and beaches and other things beginning with “b”; those odd days that are hot and it rains and you get that smell of fresh rain…lovely.
Then autumn…ahhhh, autumn. We get to wear warm jumpers and no jacket or a jacket and no jumper; we watch the trees turn red and the skies turn grey and the nights begin to draw in. We have bonfires and firework parties and half term.
I really enjoy the ups and downs of the seasons, the rhythms of each year, the cycle of life and growth and the periods of rest and inactivity.
Although, thinking about it, I never seem to be satisfied in the season I’m currently in. In winter I long for summer and vice-versa. I want the rain to stop in spring and I want the snow to start in autumn.
I am always looking ahead at the season that is ahead rather than enjoying the time I’m in right now.
I think we are all the same, aren’t we? We look ahead at what’s coming, expecting it to be better than the time we’re in now. Maybe it’s more hope than expectation…?
And, just as with nature, our lives go through seasons too.
We have times when we’re doing great and life feels complete. Then sometimes we end up on our ass and getting up feels like the hardest job, let alone continuing onward. Or we have work/exam/peer pressures that seem to weigh us down and crush our spirits. Sometimes we’re up, sometimes we’re down; sometimes we run, sometimes we crawl; sometimes we’re in the valley, sometimes it’s the mountain top.
Whatever metaphors you currently employ, life happens. Sometimes it’s amazing and sometimes it is crap.
So, whilst looking to what’s next is good, I wonder if we need to learn to fully experience whatever season we find ourselves in right now – good or bad, pain or peace – knowing that, right there, in the midst of the shifting seasons is our constant, faithful, unchanging God.
Seasons may change, but He never does.
He is “the same yesterday and today and forever” (Heb 13:8), with Him “there is no variableness, neither shadow of turning” (James 1:17), and we know that “…the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, the purposes of his heart through all generations” (Psalm 33:11)
So, whatever season you are in right now, whether good or bad, mountain or valley, or maybe just middle of the road – know that God, who loves you unconditionally, will never change and that He will never let go.
Oh no, You never let go, through the calm and through the storm
Oh no, You never let go, in every high and every low
Oh no, You never let go Lord, You never let go of me
Thanks for reading,