“He changes times and seasons” (Dan. 2:21).
Spring burst on the scene in living color this week, officially ending the drab days of winter.
My granddaughter and I went out on a walk to view nature’s showcase. Trees all around us held aloft branches boasting a lacey network of green buds. Lush lawns bristled with new verdant grass. A weeping cherry dangled her long tendrils intertwined with pink blossoms.
“It’s snowing!” Annie cried as we watched crabapple branches shower us with white petals, now covering the lawn and driveway like confetti. The neighborhood bloomed with color—red tulips, yellow daffodils, purple grape hyacinths, and violets.
Spring never fails to come just when we need it, with its promise of warmer sun-filled days. It is part of the cycle of seasons that God put in place. When He created the sun and moon, God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark seasons and days and years” (Gen 1:14-15). Summer will follow spring, then fall, with winter not far behind. Year after precise year they keep coming back, right on schedule, on and on through the ages. The seasons are different, but the cycle is always the same.
Only God could orchestrate something so dependable for so long—a never-ending pattern. But even more sure than the seasons are His unchanging promises, His uncompromising character, and His enduring love for us.
Thank You, God, for the cycle of seasons, showing us Your steady dependability.