The Changing of Seasons

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Spring is officially here. Or, that?s what the calendar says anyway. I?m afraid Mother Nature has a mind of her own though. I woke to sleet pelting the tin roof over my head Sunday morning after spending our first night of the season at our camper on New River. And the forecast for Independence, Virginia for the next three days is highs in the thirties, lows in the twenty?s, with snow.

 

There are many things in life we can change. Our hair color, our clothes, we can lose weight, move to a new neighborhood or state, maybe even change jobs or purchase a new house. But, there is one thing for sure, we cannot control the weather and change it to fit our needs or mood.

 

I love living in North Carolina because of the different seasons? and the mountains? and the beaches. Winters are usually mild, summers not too hot, and spring and fall are perfect. Our lives are certainly like the changing of seasons. One day we?re youngsters riding our bikes and skipping rocks, and then we become teenagers and young adults and must take on responsibilities. Time forces us to grow up.

 

Then one-day fall has arrived and our days are full of children, grandchildren, mortgages, minivans, and work. Where did spring and summer go? Are they still there hiding behind the gray hair, and wrinkles? Yes! The changing of seasons brings forth new spouts and green leaves, and then they mature, turn all different of shades of yellow, orange, and bright red. For a season they show off their brilliance.

 

Then before the wind shakes them free of their struggles, they start changing color, they become faded and lose the moisture that once kept them supple. One day a mere spout, the next a mature plant, then a fading rose until one day it droops, dropping to the ground and the cycle starts all over again.

 

This story is not meant to be depressing. What a beautiful thing life is. So perfectly planned. We are born, we grow up, we experience life, we live, we become aged, we live some more, then one day we are stepping over the river Jordan and will never again have to worry about our aches and pains, our worries and challenges. Never another day of darkness, forever we will live in the Light. We will be renewed, with sprouts and new shoots of green. What a wonderful thought to think that one day after our earthly journey is complete we will burst forth into eternal springtime and live forever.

 

Wishing everyone a blessed Easter.

 

Ecclesiastes 3:1-2

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted?

 

 

FYI: I want to thank Sherry for letting me know that Emma Laura Gentry Hurt and William V. Hurt are not buried on the hill below my house but in the cemetery at Grassy Creek Methodist Church.

 

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