even the seasons whisper

how amazing to have a relationship with the God of the universe. so great that even the seasons whisper of Him.

the sweet scent of summer representing the good times--the pool days--the times of sun and laughter of the spirit. the blessings--the times of peace.

and then of course nessesity brings with it the bitter burnt breath of fall. causing everything to die so tragically. a chaotic symphony of death, which includes everything working together to perfectly create unimaginable hues of reds and oranges where there was once nothing but brilliant green. change. always change.

then the cold lessons of winter set in--leaving us forever changed...yet looking so bleak and desperate. so much so that we think spring is a far away dream and winter is a never ending nightmare. but even in winter there is some scope for the imagination. for He reminds us He's still there in the ever so delicate snow fall.

then finally the fresh breath of spring. spring exibiting the strength of the Master in lightening and thunder. waking all things from winter slumber. spring representing the resurrection of our Savior and our souls. the beautiful rebirth of spring! starting everything over again. making everything new and soft and clean. remaking us. releiving us. rewarding us. because He is good.

what an amazing God -- that allows everything on earth to die, only so He can bring it back again. stronger, taller, and more beautiful next spring. the seasons are a testement to His brand of redemption.
after seeing 24 springs i beleive that He can and will bring everything back to life-- nothing is too far gone for Him...