Seasons Greetings

    I once heard it explained that in order to understand the metaphors in the Word of God; we had to understand the examples that make up the metaphor itself. The metaphor that has been highlighted for me is season. The season that first comes to mind has to do with the passing of time. The manner by which we measure the slices of life we mold, our moments as they manifest. The promotions, the advancements, the new relationships, and triumphs. Accompanied by the losses, failures, pitstops, breaks ups, and mishaps that forge us like foliage outside of our windows. I think that we sometimes forget that seasons in nature are measured by a series of months. 

    This being the case, why do we panic when the months fly by in our painful seasons? The times when it seems like the season will never end. I have learned that the pleasant seasons are difficult to gauge because they are so satiable. Suddenly, the air becomes more aggressive. The trial starts to take its toll on our perception of our Protector under such circumstances. Not much different from nature the way we feel when snow stays on the ground too long, or the rain unleashes. I pray that my next bitter winter is not clothed in resentment driven from a forgetful mind. Having forgotten how good my spring morning had been. 

     Secondly, the season also helps to preserve, bring flavor, and enhance delicacies. Season reveals lineage in our nourishment. Passing down, lips, noses, hips, ears, gestures, and mannerisms, through genetics. Combinations of spices chosen based on the desired outcomes. Collections of families pouring over tables swapping tales, rage, dysfunction, passion, joy, and wisdom. Recipes serve as an additional vehicle preserving culture with each sprinkle. My most powerful ingredient is the assurance that greater is HE that is in me, than he that is in the world. My plates get full with tirades I inherited from my mother. My bowls bubble over with vagabond tendencies my father left me. My saucers drip with celestial promises holding it all together because I am a new creature. I may not reflect the salt of the Earth as fluidly as I would like but, as I steep in HIS word there is much progress. The window is closing and the season is changing. We can choose to seize today.