Seasons

My daughter like myself just loves the beach. She likes the beach and I like the water and the beach. Here in MB that is an attractive option many months of the year. One of my southern friends said the other day that they began to swim Easter weekend even when it is in March. I can swim earlier than that and well into November. I do love some seasonal change however. It has been cool the last couple of weeks, but I remember playing golf at near forty degrees in Maine last August and that is what this winter cool is. It is not really cold. Seasons of life are much like that. Life changes for all of us. Sometimes it feels like heaven sometimes more like hell. Some days seem like a season in the sun and the next thing you know it feels like a blizzard. Some of the seasons of life however are a matter of perception. What one person considers a challenge could be a picnic to someone else. I can remember thinking how bad my life was at times only to get a real glimpse at someone else life that was so much worse than mine, and I can remember feeling like such a baby. I like the idea that we would not appreciate the blessings if we did not face some problems. Joy would not be memorable if it were not for sorrow. There is a season for every purpose under heaven to me means that God helps us grow through the experiences of our seasons of life. Changes requires our best to adapt and adjust to life. Boredom comes from the same old life day in and day out, and causes life to stagnate like a smelly swamp. Even the worst seasons of life are better than that.