My husband’s grandmother used to call Florida “samey,” and after a short stint here moved back to the vibrant seasons of North Carolina. But now that we are full time residents here, we marvel at the subtle changes that indicate the turn of seasons.
As a dry, clear winter turns through spring, clouds appear, making for dramatic dawn and sunset skies, and offer some shade, even if not yet rain, during the days.
Gardenias and hibiscus are in magnificent bloom, and certain palms and trees boast prolific fruit and flowers not seen nine months of the year. Sand dollars babies cover the bottom of the sea.“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
I think of my new season of age, stage, and place. The weather of circumstances and location has brought subtle changes to routine and daily priorities. The ‘Potentate of Time,’ Master of all seasons, calls me to display His attributes, to bear fresh fruit in the present. (John 15:16)
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one…for behold the winter is past. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.” Song of Solomon 2:10-13
Lord, through every season may I savor the subtle ways You work, and bear much fruit and song and fragrance, to Your glory.