This after-the-storm picture of Winter invading Fall had me contemplating my mortality. From first to final breath, much like the changing of the seasons, life is a continuum of seasons.
The Spring of my life witnessed a carefree childhood morph into an adolescence of uncertainty and tentative teens before yielding to the Summer of adulthood, running the gamut of experiences and emotions from gain to loss; joy to sorrow; trial to triumph; happiness to heartbreak. Fall followed suit, but with slightly more intensity, enhanced by increased awareness of both life’s responsibly and appreciation.
Gazing on this scene today, I realized, albeit somewhat reluctantly, my life’s journey has entered Winter. Spanning nearly eight decades, my journey lies somewhere below life’s summit in Winter’s snows, above Fall’s fading colors. Given the genre of my life’s journey, I suspect my current location resides in that fog below the mountain’s summit 😊
Regrets? . . . many, most self-attributable. Blessings? . . . many more, attributable to God’s unfathomable Grace alone. And so, I gratefully journey on towards the summit, uncertain of my arrival time, but assured of a forever room at the top is waiting for me . . . Hope to see you there.
“My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2
2 thoughts on “Life’s Seasons”
Oh, what an extraordinarily splendid post! I’ve bookmarked this so I can read it again and again. Such a refreshing analogy between life and the seasons. I’m glad your life has been beautiful and blessed as the Seasons of the Earth. I wish you many many more healthy, happy years… 🙏🤍
Beautifully written! I look forward to seeing you there one day!