One of the things I like most about living in North
Carolina is the changing of seasons. It
seems I am always ready for the next period when it arrives.
When the leaves begin to turn colors and turn loose,
temperatures become much cooler and colder, and daylight savings time ends, we
are aware of the passage of Summer to Fall, and soon to be Fall to Winter. I
marvel at this glorious display of God as Creator.
While the timing of these occasions are fairly
predictable, the seasons of our life are not so scheduled. I'm talking about the period of time when our
cups are full or empty or possibly even broken.
The defining moments in our lives when time seems to stand still, move
too fast but inevitably marches on. This
is when the God of Comfort shows up. In
the darkest nights of our souls, the bleak mid-winters of our hearts and the
bare brittle bones of our emotions, we find peace and hope in Jesus the
Christ. Regardless what "season"
we are living, God is faithful. And that
my friends, is a promise you can count on!
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