Seasons Change

Fall is my favourite season. Hands down. Not only are the trees absolutely gorgeous when the leaves change colour, but the weather is typically PRIME. This year has been my first fall in Ontario, and let me tell you....it is STUNNINGLY beautiful. Calgary's fall lasts for maybe....2 weeks? ...and then it snows. Snow's okay...but when you get snow every single month of the year, my appreciation for it drops huuuuuuuggge. SNOW= good for Christmas and New Years; not for showing up randomly in JULY when you're planning on going to the beach. 

To me, the fall represents new beginnings and changes. I love starting a new school year and setting new goals for myself. I feel like alot of new friendships and relationships are developed in the fall and everything is fresh and exciting. As autumn starts to fade into winter, I've noticed that I hit a bit of a slump. I hate when the leaves drop and disappear and the trees are all spindly and bare. Why can't Fall last until Christmas? The trees are so naked without the leaves :( 

I've been reading through Psalms lately, and I've noticed that David goes back and forth between complaining and crying out to God ... to praising Him and being extremely grateful. I feel like life is EXACTLY like the book of Psalms. Seasons change in our life; some good and some bad....but there seems to ALWAYS be a constant cycle of good and bad. God allows the bad things in our lives to grow us into the people He wants us to become. Hardships happen for a reason; and as cliche as it sounds I really believe it. When I get impatient about the pace my life is going; or if I feel like nothing new is going on and everything's blah...it's hard to remember that God's will for my life is still happening. Even in the stillness and coldness of wintery months, God is STILL at work..... something is going on, even if I can't see it at the time. This poem sums it up nicely:  

"As moves my fragile bark across the storm-swept sea,

Great waves beat o'er her side, as north wind blows;

Deep in the darkness hid lie threat'ning rocks and shoals;

But all of these, and more, my Pilot knows. 

Sometimes when dark the night, and every light gone out,

I wonder to what port my frail ship goes; 

Still though the night be long, and restless all my hours, 

My distant goal, I'm sure, my Pilot knows." 

-Thomas Curtis Clark.