On a sunny morning in the park a few weeks ago I lied down amidst a group of forty individuals worshipping our Creator. The grandeur of the fall colors surrounded me, but I quickly noticed something special about the five trees I lay beneath – five trees existing simultaneously but each exhibiting a unique season.
Physical seasons on earth are so obvious. We expect them and look forward to their novelty. Yet when seasons show up in our relationships with people and God, we seem to let the change lead us into disarray. My focus shifts from the beauty of the relationship itself, to the confusion tied to change. I become lost in the change, questioning everything. But changes, like seasons, are gifts.
Change and seasons have been so constant in my life as of late. Change of location. Change of numerous plans. Developing relationships with people in different seasons. My heart running through seasons. Seasons of relationship. I quickly want to turn to questions that never resolve themselves. But they leave me empty, never bringing me to see the beauty in the change.
In the constant change, my focus on God is the peace that glues all the change together. I see he is above all and understands all. Through him, I am reminded it is all beautiful, and he is present in all.