Seasons

Spring is lost! I’ve become convinced of this as April begins and winter has still not loosened its grip. It seems to be dragging on and on, almost like a deliberate effort of inducing cabin fever. I long so much for warm sunshine, chirping birds, and daffodils!

Most of all, I long to see the emergence of new life:  that explosion of green that suddenly and completely banishes the bleakness of winter. This amazing rebirth of life creates such a feeling of freedom. It makes me appreciate winter because without death, rebirth would be impossible. So in a way, this makes winter is a necessary evil….(yes, it is evil!).

 

There is beauty in each of the seasons, but especially Fall and Winter: 
 

                     Fall

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There is just something about this season that makes you fall in love with it. Hey, maybe that’s why they call it fall. The crisp air, golden sunlight, and pumpkin flavored everything are part of its glory for sure, but the platform undeniably goes to nature's vibrant display. The bright and intensely beautiful red, yellow, and orange trees are such a wonderful sight that is hard to think of them as dying. Yet, that's what is happening.... Death.  

 

 

It seems strange to associate beauty with death, but this is exactly what death is. Death is beautiful; autumn is designed to show us this. Our time on earth is such a short and unique experience that leaves us transformed and ready for the next life. It is the next life that we are more alive and aware, and where we truly meet our potential. Death is beautiful because it is not the end, it is the beginning of something truly greater than we can imagine. 

 

                     Winter

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It was on a day in the midst of winter that I realized that winter carries so much symbolism and perhaps it was all intentional. Perhaps, God created winter as a perfect metaphor for what happens when the earth tilts away from the sun just like what happens when we stray away from His son. Much like the earth revolves around the sun, so should our lives revolve around the son of god, for if not, cold and harsh conditions appear.... winter comes and everything dies. As desolate as winter’s barren landscape, so is this reflection seen in our lives when we stray away from the Christ, the bright light in our metaphorical sky.