Most of us look forward to the changing of seasons, especially when earth turns technicolor. I do. But then there’s the other side – when clocks turn ahead and speed time and darkness. It’s all about the focus.
Once again, as this season of crisis would have it, I’m spending a few calendar pages in hospitals and nursing facilities among those who begged against it – every one of them once expected to stay well and able. I just know it.
I pause in corridors to observe once strong men who provided for families now depend on chairs with wheels to move them from one place to another – and capable women who raised babies and kept homes now sit alone in an antiseptic room filled with memories in a frame.
They have a story of when time stood still yet passed so quickly.
It triggers despair if I look at their now. But they had a then.
To have hope in the no-matter-the-season may sound like fluff-filled answers rather than a sure promise from the One who can spin it into gold. But, I’ve seen it happen, haven’t you?
Because nothing stays the same. David went from a sheep pasture to a throne. Peter was a fisherman who became the Rock of the church. Joseph went from pit to palace to rule Egypt. And Mary went from peasant to parent of the Messiah.
Grace gives ability to embrace the season.
When God shifts our lives – our responsibility is to shift our focus. We can choose to see the bitter-sweetness of autumn (and ourselves) as a multi-colored glow or the withered and fallen that once was.
Life is a cache of colored moments of grace.
May the days ahead allow you (and me) to see the days ahead . . .
Cause me to hear Your loving kindness in the morning for on You do I lean and in You do I trust. Cause me to know the way where I should walk for I lift up my inner self to you. Psalm 143:8