Season to Season…1/13/2016

014Here, in the Inland Northwest, we have four seasons. Winter, I will say, is a time of hibernation. We stay comfy in our warm homes drinking hot cocoa, baking, and watching movies or reading a good book. When, I-myself, venture outside to do some chores, like shoveling snow or chopping and stacking wood, I stand in my winter clothes, with steam coming from my breath, while I view the beauty of sparkling snow. I feel like I’ve entered a magical land. It’s so bright and glittery. I view winter as a realm between death and life, where time is suspended for rest. It’s a time where the things that have died on the surface to sleep as the roots below ground hold life and slowly grow stronger. For seeds that have spread to soak into the ground, to ready themselves for spring. But, the bitter cold of winter can also be deadly and kill. It can seep into the roots and destroy the life they try to hold. This was me for about ten years. I found myself in hardships living in one big trail that brought abuse to my soul as winter fell upon me. I let the bitter cold of winter seep through my bones. I let the energy in my roots become dull, barely pulsing with life. Just before it was snuffed out Gods light of love burst in, relighting the center of my root. Through the Holy Spirit I found strength. Although I’m still in winter my roots have become stronger than the bitter cold. They’re growing and throbbing with the heat of God’s energy, waiting for spring.

When spring creeps in, it will bring warmth, melting the snow. Slowly- things will begin to grow. Signs of new birth will be all around, from baby animals to plants on the ground. Life will bud into precious beauty with green leafs and flowering plants. Seeds that have soaked into the ground will spread their roots, push up through the soil, and then burst with life. The main roots- that survive- of each bush, tree, and flower will have a thicker outer layer making it stronger. The new comes to life! I feel that my spring is just about here. I am a flower blooming in the last drifts of snow. I can’t wait until this coming season, to see how winter has made me grow. Also what it will mean for summer, as the temperature rises while it draws near.

Summer may be a ways off, but I look forward to bright sunny days, and enjoying the laughter and love of this time. The energy of summer is so strong that the earth bursts into a dance of revival. Everything that is living grows bigger and bigger, preparing for harvest. But, I also know, that Plants and animals need to be tended. Summer can go days without rain. Droughts can happen during this time. Those that are untended can burn up and die from the heat, including us, deep down within. When I hit summer I will make sure my garden is watered. I want my fruits to be plump and my flowers to open wide. I want to be ready for harvest time.

When autumn arrives, I want a plentiful harvest. I want people who bite into my fruit to be satisfied with its sweetness, to feel refreshed. This time, I want to be prepared for the winter ahead. This is the season for reaping, canning veggies and fruits, storing up meat, to last the winter months ahead. It’s also the season where everyone gets together helping each other to be prepared. It’s a time of thanksgiving for what we have…..

                 Ecclesiastes 3 (NKJV)                   

Everything Has Its Time

3 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born,
    And a time to die;
A time to plant,
    And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
    And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
    And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
    And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
    And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
    And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
    And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
    And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
    And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
    And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
    And a time to speak;
A time to love,
    And a time to hate;
A time of war,
    And a time of peace.

Author H.E. Olsen

Where are you at today? What season do you believe you’re in? Are you letting this season bring you life or letting it kill you within?


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