Ask anyone in NH what their favorite part of living here is, and nine times out of ten the answer you'll receive is "I love all four seasons!"
But ask that same person that same question after the third April snowstorm, and the seasons thing isn't quite so dear to their hearts. They are not pleased, because the most difficult season has lasted too long. It has dared to go beyond the boundaries of the calendar.
My favorite season is Fall. And when September is too hot or November sees too much snow, I feel gypped. Gypped because my favorite season was too short.
I've been thinking about seasons a lot this week. But not the four seasons I am lucky enough to experience because I'm a NH girl.
Seasons of life.
And I realized that the way I view Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall are very similar to the way that I view seasons of life.
If a wonderful season is cut short, I feel gypped. If a difficult season goes longer than I feel it should, I am displeased.
And all through these thoughts, the words to this song have been floating...
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
In every season, He is still God... And that's enough.
It has to be.
