Although I love the bliss of summer days–swimming, sunshine and smoothies–I throw out the welcome mat for cooler temps. Come September, I’m done; bring on the crisp breeze and red leaves. Yes, I am one of those half-crazed women who drools over all things pumpkin, but I refrain from discussing my obsession on Facebook or posting pix of pumpkin spice lattes (you’re welcome). With all these cozy comforts, autumn seems slightly tainted just because winter haunts the shadows of tomorrow. As much as I enjoy Christmas, I detest being cold, habitually wearing sweatpants and wool socks to bed while drinking hot tea every night to “take off the chill.” No thanks. I want to know that if I walk outside, I’ll survive the night if I get stranded–not turn into a human Popsicle.
When Mr. Hanley and I got married, I asked that he not move me any further north (the Midwest provides sufficient seasonal changes, thanks)…and he hoped I wouldn’t discuss Florida long-term. Okay, I concede: marriage is about compromise after all.
I do enjoy the seasons–albeit some more than others–and I’m thankful that we have green trees taller than tumbleweeds and rolling hills and scenery. I love picking apples in the fall and seeing leaves turn. When I contemplate the promise of seasons, I see the faithfulness of our God. Even though our world spirals and eventually fades away, He remains steadfast, unchanging, steady (we see this reflected in the ocean tides and the cycles of the moon as well) beyond our earthly metaphors.
Of old you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you will remain;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,
but you are the same, and your years have no end.
Our Creator positions Himself above, around, throughout and beyond: nothing contains Him, nothing slows Him, and nothing diminishes His great might or love. Through our Rock of Ages we firmly plant our feet and know that regardless of the hurricanes, floods, fires, riots, terrorists attacks, or other storms, our souls remain secure in Him who has sealed our eternal destiny.
2 Corinthians 1:22 reminds us that He has “set his seal of ownership on us, and put his Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.”
We follow the One Who Has Come and the One Who Comes Again. Perched on the timeline in these waiting days, we look to the Eastern sky with anticipation, knowing He will return–waiting with our boots on. We go through the seasons, clinging to the Steadfast Savior, and working through the spring, summer, fall and winter of life.
“But we are the children of light. We are not of the night or of the darkness.’So then let us not sleep, as others do, but let us keep awake and be sober'” (1 Thessalonians 5:4–6).–John Piper