One Season Fades into AnotherPosted by Rachel on September 15th, 2009
I can’t say I’m sorry to see summer go. Don’t get me wrong — I enjoyed every popsicle, ice cream cone, walk to the park, and trek out to the lake (and let’s face it, I’ll continue enjoying at least the ice cream long after summer is past), but along with the joys of the season, I have endured my crises as well. I’m not a drama queen, really. I just have had some little bumps along the way in regards to relationships, including the one I have with God. Rick has really helped me along in every aspect, and I’ve finally turned some corners and learned that I need not doubt God’s love and mercy. I have had my moments of doubt, and I’ll likely always remember this summer as another time in my life where I became more clearly defined as a person. It’s amazing how we are born with so much personality, but never cease to grow and change shape throughout our lives. Humans are sometimes infuriatingly, and always fascinatingly, complex.
Summer is almost over, so I will cherish every hour of sunlight as each day shortens, bask in the heat of the sun before it cools, and let my kids live in their swimsuits if they want to, before they have to be packed up and put in storage again. But I am also waiting in hopeful expection of the renewal that each new season brings to me. A change in the wind seems to be somehow rejuvenating to my soul. I look forward to chilly mornings, hot apple cider, crunchy, colorful leaves beneath my feet, and the feeling of transcendence amidst my utter powerlessness under the care of a loving God who guides each falling leaf to its resting place and blows the wind in the direction He chooses.
I look forward to watching my own children as they learn, grow, change, and become closer to the God who loves them. I look forward to continuing to be a part of their lives, and an influence on the people they will someday become. And somehow, the changing from one season to another is proof to me that time is ever moving along, and we are changing, and God is constant.