reflecting on the seasons
I love how nature reflects Your glory.
Your creativity.
Your ways.
I love how You’ve given us seasons in the natural to show us what’s true in the spirit.
That there are always different seasons of life.
Periods where old ways and relationships - bits of the old me - must die.
Others of letting go, shedding, pruning.
Some seasons characterized by resurrection, budding new life and fresh breaths.
Other times when the light’s so bright and Your presence so real, we just get to bask.
I love that though You are constant, You are ever-moving.
And I love that You’re in every single season, ever-working.
Help me not to miss a thing.
“God’s glory is on tour in the skies,
God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
Madame Day holds classes every morning,
Professor Night lectures each evening.
Their words aren’t heard,
their voices aren’t recorded,
But their silence fills the earth:
unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.”
