Everything seems as though it is dead during winter.
Winter is a bitter and cold beauty that will kill you if you don’t treat it with the respect it has earned through countless lives.
Miserable storms, howling winds, and sunny days are the hall mark of spring.
Storms pummel the earth, casting down rain and late snows as though our lives depend on it.
Don’t forget the spring winds that mess up hair in .5 seconds.
And just when we get really cranky, the sun comes out and cheers us up with its rays.
We smile on sunny days, everyone is happier with the sun out.
The cycle repeats itself, day after day, month after month.
One day we look out at the world and there is new life all around, new beauty.
Plants push through the dirt, determined to make a new start. Trees begin to bud and blossom. Animals begin to lay eggs or give birth to a fresh beginning.
Summer hits us like a 90 to 120 degree freight train and refuses to let up until September or October.
Summer vacations, trees full of leaves and birds, insects like mosquitoes are in never ending supply, and every store in town seems to be out of aloe vera.
Yet without the deadly beauty of winter and the renewal of spring, summer would be filled with death. Wildfires, drought, starvation, dehydration, heat stroke…
The point is there are seasons in life.
Winter days that seemed filled with death, depression, and cold that seeps into our bones, never to release us.
Spring days that are filled with storms, offering an occasional glimpse at a sunny future.
Summer days that seem filled with endless joy, nothing can unseat us from happiness.
Without bad days or seasons that bring death to things in our past, there wouldn’t any room for something fresh, new and even more beautiful than what had been in our future.
Without the storms of life, there would never be growth. We wouldn’t stretch, learn, transform into more a mature, knowledgeable, and wise person. Without the storms of life, we would be stuck in a lifelong rut.
Without a season of darkness and death or the storms of life, we would never fully appreciate the moments when all is calm, when we are surrounded by good things.
There is a time for everything.
Look past a hopeless situation, it could lead to a better future.
Grieve freely, remember the good times and strive to leave your own legacy, rife with inspiration for generations.
Don’t despair when you have no material possession. Be happy with what you have, even if it’s nothing, and smile at things so precious money cannot buy or replace them.
1 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
2 A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
3 A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
4 A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
8 A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.