When I think of the word "seasons" I first think of the four seasons. But what about the seasons of our lives?
Like winter we have dormant seasons. These are times when part of us hides away from the light. It stays hidden. It slumbers.
But then spring dawns with a new sense of awakening . Hope sprouts up after being summoned by cleansing rains.
And then the sun breaks through, welcoming summer. Suddenly, life is a picnic.
Until a chill forms in the air, ushering in the autumn. And life seems less vibrant. Perhaps even a little dry.
What kind of season are you in today?
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven . . . He [God] has made everything beautiful in its time." -Ecclesiastes 3:1, 11
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