In the deep chill of a bitter winter season:
My cousin’s 2 year old daughter passed away overnight.
My aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer.
My dear friend’s mother passed away without warning.
My Honduran friend was suddenly deported.
My neighbor sought additional medical opinions for lesions on her brain.
Also in the white purity of the same snowy season:
My sister had her 6th healthy baby.
My children played in the magical falling snow.
My husband celebrated 40 wonderful years of life.
My high school friend reported a year free of cancer.
My children’s babysitter began to plan her dream wedding.
And so it is. The winter season brings death. And it brings life. It brings hurt. It brings peace. Seasons change and seasons change us. Tragedy changes us just as deeply as triumph.
So I ask myself, and I ask you: Are you happy in your season of life? Do you pine for a season past? Or ache for a season future? God is in every season. He is in the heat of our summer, the color of our autumn, the silence of our winter and the budding of our spring. Perhaps if we find Him in our season, we will enjoy our seasons more fully. We will reflect on seasons past and have hope for seasons future, but also find immense fulfillment for seasons present.
Originally posted on TOFW.com