Seasons often compete. In October the artist mixed his colors and painted a layer of hues upon the trees, but late summer rain kept dampening them and they melted and ran against the sky. Later, a top coat brushed over them and they did begin to shine, golden, gloriously, in their falling. November brought more rain and raw temperatures. Presently, on the cusp of December, an icing layer of snow covers everything and temperatures for the moment are just stable enough to keep it there.

(They) are calling for a mild Winter I hear. I wonder what that means…mild, in temperature or in precipitation? Will there be rain or snow, ice or raw, desolate ground? Whatever comes will be out of our control.
God teaches us many things through His creation. There are lessons in the cycle of seasons, weather patterns, every creature, every growth, every patch of snow and every flowing stream, from grand mountains that rise up into the sky to the lonely, parched desert where no man can survive.

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As I consider the vastness of what I don’t know and the magnitude of what I may never see, I am, at the same time, trying to plan my next step. Where will I put my attention in December? I know only the familiar events of the month before me and the hindsight of what is behind me. Isn’t that how we usually build upon our life?

 As November closes, I see many things this month that happened in my own life that I did not plan. The very depressing ominous month I envisioned did not transpire. Some events that were inevitable were present, but God took my heart on a journey I was not prepared for. He gave me His heart for a subject I really knew little about. I still know little, but much more than I did. More so, He uncovered a bit of my own heart and showed me areas that need healing.

“He hath made every thing beautiful in His time….” (Eccl 3:11 KJV)

It is said that time heals. I believe God heals in His time and often it takes a long time. I also believe all things broken and hurting can be made beautiful, not always fixed.

As I reflect I also know that I am very tired. I know I need to process what has been started. So, as I take this time to decide December, I keep in mind the seasons. They often overlap and intertwine, but they always come, in order, and in the artist’s eyes, the colors are perfect.

Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. (Ps 46:10 KJV)

I know I will be putting some things aside for a time of rest. Oh, there is still much to do in December, but now I am preparing my heart before God in prayer and stillness so I can find my rest in Him.

Hi, my name is Mary and I am a writer of hope, sorting through the mudpuddles and rainbows of my life. I believe God can be found in all of it.
Hi, my name is Mary and I am a writer of hope, sorting through the mudpuddles and rainbows of my life. I believe God can be found in all of it.

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