Seasons of Life

While out for a little (and I mean little) run yesterday I discovered that some bulbs are rather anxious to get up out of the ground and make themselves known. The snow is gone here in High Point, NC and the vegetation looks dead. Trees, bushes and flower beds look sick; it appears that no life has been here at all. Except when you look close you can see that the crocuses, daffodils and sedum are about to explode out of their dormant state. They are alive and active which means the tulips and intense pollen aren’t far behind! Winter is about to be a memory.

In comparison, there are times I feel that Winter has taken hold of me, as though I am barely existing, going through the motions of life and feeling somewhat dead inside. Winter has a way of being cold and breezy, scattering everything that we have put in place. This season seems to produce little results however as the rains pour down and snow covers the ground, something is definitely happening in the hidden compartment called earth.

I have great news for you; during this temporary inactive period called Winter, you better believe that beneath the surface a process is evolving! (pause: hallelujah!!) I am speaking of those times when we seem to be dormant and lifeless spiritually. Rest assured it is during these times God is at work in your life. Every seasonal process is preparation for progress for the next season you will approach in your journey. Whether it is Spring growth, Summer drought, Fall’s harvest or Winter’s dormancy; God is growing, pruning, permitting the heat and bringing much needed restoration. He desires to develop the nature of Christ in every single one of His children.

We must keep our focus on the cultivation of our character; after all, the character of Christ is far more important to our Father than our comfort. He protects, covers, and strengthens us during the process but the outcome is far more precious to Him. What an awesome God we serve!

“For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.” (Song of Solomon 2:11-13 AMP)

*I would like to thank my friends for the time they spend proofing my blogs! You know who you are. I love you.

**pic: figs harvested on our farm. Strawberry fig preserves.

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