Seasons......

I know I am a goof most of the time. I know that my craziness is what makes me ME, but today (and yesterday) when I sat down to blog my usual "life update" blog- I just felt that I had more to say but didn't know the right words. Today I had a spiritual thought- so you will have to pardon me while the more serious Drea takes over for a moment.......

I love fall. The weather today especially. The wind is whipping like crazy outside and the trees are shedding their leaves all over. I was pointing this out to my kids this mornining on our way to school. Peoples yards look like they were painted overnight with yellow and orange and it is the leaves. This is where my spiritual thought came in.
The season change has looked to me alot like our life changes. A tree is in full bloom come spring time- it is green and full of life- just like we are as we head into life as a Child of God- full of zeal and ready for it all.
Then the summer comes along- the dry days start to show a change in the tree- just as it is when our "new" wears off and we are learning that even though all is good in the ways of God, doesn't mean that LIFE can still kick it to you. The leaves don't shine as green and the blooms wither away- just like our bad days come and we seem to loose that zeal we once had and we let our desire fade just a bit.
Then comes fall- the tree sheds off the old leaves that have now dried up with no purpose like they had just a short time ago- just like we shake off the bad because we know we don't need the extra baggage- we don't need the burdens to carry on our shoulders- The Lord needs us to be without baggage.
The winter comes- looks like the tree has no life- just a bare pile of sticks- just like I have many times sat and thought "Just where am I and how did I get here?" One of those moments where the Lord seems to be a million miles away and prayers don't get past the ceiling.
Ahhhhh.... Then the spring comes back again- showing new life in the tree- only the tree is older now- a little stronger than last year, standing a little taller and no having more strength to withhold the new seasons of change. Just as we do when we have made it through a "season change". I am thankful of my many seasons that the Lord has helped me weather. Without going through what has seemed to be the hardest trials ever- I wouldn't have known what it was like to bloom again.