I was having (virtual) coffee with a friend this morning – on her blog in Texas – and she has been discussing seasons. I had so much fun meeting Shelly in September when she traveled from Texas to northern Canada to speak at our ladies retreat. It almost made one giddy to watch her walk up the hill from her little cabin to the hall, taking pictures all along the way. What a whole new thing for her to experience, for us to experience with her … and JUST FOR HER, God let it snow while she was here (yes, in September). I wished I had been able to see her face when she awoke to snow.
This is our little cabin right in the heart of fall. Isn’t it beautiful?
Shelly’s got me thinking. Season’s aren’t always fun or beautiful.
Sometimes they’re hard. Yet they are ever changing, bringing with them a reminder of what we’ve come out of and a glimpse of what we’re heading into.
I received lots of comments and emails from my last post – welcoming me home, it’s been a long time since I’ve written much here. I’ve been in a season of quiet rest. A season where I needed to lay things down and just rest in what He has for me next.
Refilling. Restoring. Life inpouring. Amazing.
No matter what season we are in, God never leaves us there. He puts people in our lives who He can speak to us through, who can touch our hearts, allowing us to touch theirs.
I’ve been looking at Genesis with my kiddos, and the wonders of creation. God is a god of order. He spoke into chaos and created. The thing about the order of God’s creation is that it always depended upon what came before and prepared for what was yet to come.
Aren’t seasons a perfect reminder of this?
Bless you in whatever season you are in. Knowing that the living, breathing God of the universe is there with you. While seasons change, He never does.
Hey you might want to hop over to Texas and have coffee with Shelly too! May she touch your heart, as she has touched mine…