A Time and Season for Everything

I thought that as I got older things would settle down, and I could slip into the life I had created that I was often too busy to appreciate.  Now that I am in this place, everything that I hold precious and dear seems to be fading away.  

It seems that in the nature of life within the world we live eventually everything falls and crumbles only to begin a new structure again.

Today God reminds me that there is a time and season for everything. I can’t think of a better example then the metaphor he shows us through the changing seasons.  The summer is a time for living and playing within the life we have built; the fall a time to harvest and contemplate upon all which we have accomplished; the winter a time to morn all that we’ve lost, and recover after a time of healing; and the spring a time of new birth and beginnings. 

How many winters must we go through to get to the place where our springs can burst forth.  For each person that time of grief and healing is individual and can have no time set.  But eventfully the bulbs beneath the surface begin to push against the pain, and we can no longer hold them back from breaking through into new life.  We are then once again in the mist of Gods reformation.  We are once again in the flow of life moving toward more growth and beauty that life has yet to offer us. 

How do we get to this point? Not one day or month at a time, but within each moment we can bring our awareness.  Things come and go but as long as we are here, there are chances for new beginnings.