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'Tis the Season

Sweet Summertime is upon us. With glee, our hearts embrace the reality no alarm clock is set and no school bell will ring for weeks to come. We are beside ourselves with the freedom we feel to go and do and play and enjoy life. The stores cannot keep water guns, bubbles, or pool toys on the shelves. We are ready to soak up all Summer has to offer.

(All the mamas in the world are raising an eyebrow at me, knowing this will last all of a week.)

As I was wandering the aisles myself earlier this evening, gathering the necessary items to take half a dozen children to an amusement park for a day, I felt myself getting overwhelmed, the serenity of summer getting shoved aside by the anxiety of trying to make sure every little thing was going to be alright. "It's just this season," I told myself. And there is some truth in that.

But isn't that the same thing we will tell ourselves while we are scanning the never-ending school supply list in a couple months?  And isn't that what we will say when the seasons start to change again? And Lord have mercy, we know that's what we will be saying when the holiday ads start rolling out.

The thing is, it's always a "season" of some sort. Solomon told us, "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven." You name it and there is a season for it. He went on to say, "I have seen the business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with. He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man's heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat, and drink, and take pleasure in all his toil - this is God's gift to man."

He's made everything beautiful in its time. If it's not beautiful yet, it's not time yet.  God is at work in every moment of every season. You don't have to tell me that some seasons are more beautiful to us than others. Some are so dark you cannot see your hand in front of your face. Some are so bright and filled with sunshine, you think there's no way they could ever possibly end. Only one thing do all seasons have in common: they begin and they end. Praise God, it's true. No season lasts forever. Seasons change. He stays the same. My seasons change. My God stays the same.

(I'd like to just copy and paste the lyrics to the Casting Crowns song God of All My Days and call it quits right here.)

He stays the same.

When nothing else in all the world stays the same, He does. In the world's economy, something that never changes is viewed negatively, a person like that might be considered "stuck in his ways." Oh, how I praise God He is stuck in His! He is faithful to His character. His promises remain true and it is impossible for Him to fail to keep them. When we can count on nothing and no one else, Christ is our solid rock, and we can seek refuge in Him. Every little thing doesn't have to be perfect. It can't be until He comes again, but oh how much joy there is if only we will seek Him and live by His standard of grace instead of our own standard of perceived perfection.

There really is nothing better than to be joyful and do good as long as we live. May we do our best to eat, drink, and find pleasure in the work of our hands today, friends. Whether that be in an office, a factory, a baby's nursery, a vehicle, or even an amusement park, let's seek the God of all our days and let His joy fill our hearts in this fleeting season we are passing through.


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