“For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1.

Seasons come and seasons go.  In the spring, we grow, flourish.  New life appears.  In the summer, we enjoy the sun and maintain our growth. We protect ourselves from the “heat” of life.  In the fall, clarity sets in and we prepare to let things go and for the cold winter ahead.  When winter arrives, everything turns cold and stagnant.  Things dies, relationships die.  This can be our season of isolation.

As I sit in this beautiful cabin in the Great Smokey Mountains, I take this time for myself, to reflect on the past, and what I want for the future.  And during that time, I shed the feelings of those things that I have had to let go.  As the tears falls, I make room for the growth, the new life that lies ahead.

“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting – a wayside of sacrament.  Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

So as I see it, every season is beautiful in its time and I’ll gladly take my cup whether it’s hot or it’s cold.