Thursday, 20 February 2014

Seasons

I've mentioned before how seasons are somewhat unknown to me.

I grew up looking at story books where September showed Autumn leaves falling on children going back to school, and teddy bears playing on the beach in July. Christmas carolers were covered in snow-flakes, and Spring was flowery and filled with bright Easter eggs.
When I'd look out my window though, there was very little change evident. Many trees stayed green throughout Winter, and even our grass was often unaffected. My September birthday coincided with the first Spring showers, and our March wedding was Autumn-y. Our Christmases were spent in the sun, and our Winter holiday in July was perfect for doing some gardening. Our seasons weren't as extreme as they are here. (although, that said, I'm extremely grateful that this winter has been so mild)

Since experiencing seasons that look and feel so drastically different, I've realised something more about Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace."

I understood the differences and how contrasting they are, but I never felt the relief or excitement for one season to pass and the next to come. (okay, maybe sometimes, you know, on those really hot summer days)

But, I'm understanding a little more now. The bitter-sweetness of seeing the leaves start to turn golden, signifying that the hot but glorious Summer is ending. The first flowers popping up through the cold, damp soil, and the hope that they represent, that winter is soon to be over, and that the sun will shine again.

The Autumn after we got married was characterised by endings; leaving our jobs, saying goodbyes, pruning our possessions, and uprooting ourselves. But, we quickly transitioned into our Summer as newly-weds in Cologne; fun and, all things considered, carefree. Again, Autumn came, and things in Cologne ended and we were uprooted into Marburg. Our winter in Marburg was a cosy one where we snuggled down, made friends, settled in, and felt like our place right here is home.

But now it's feeling like Spring. 

Our first Spring since 2012. With our roots sinking deeper in here, it feels like we're secure enough to grow. The sun is coming out and I'm feeling hopeful for things and opportunities on the horizon, and for what ever adventures this season brings.

I love the way that God prepares our hearts for the change of seasons. I love that we don't change them, but that He is in control. It's beginning to settle in my heart that He knows when it's time for the season to change, and I'm beginning to learn that our job is to live in and make the most of each season we're in.

Richtsberg

8 comments:

  1. oh erica, what a beautiful post, and i agree entirely - i grew up in phoenix and never truly understood the seasons until i moved to the midwest - now i understand the gloom that lurks in the winter, the hope that accompanies spring and the joy that fills the summer :)

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  2. This is wonderful, Erica! You compared the changing of the seasons to the changes in our lives beautifully.

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  3. This post is fabulous! (Also, isn't it silly how we think of seasons as the Northern Hemisphere version???) Also, I love your new blog look. :-)

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  4. Thank you :) It is silly - but I guess that a lot of kids books and calendars etc are published in the N.Hemisphere and we just import them.
    And thanks, I was tired of the old one and wanted it less cluttered :)

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  5. Thanks! I think it's such a natural comparison to make, and it's so fitting right now.

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  6. Thank you! It is so exciting getting to see seasons so drastically different for the first time! We met a family whose daughter had been born in a desert country (I forget where exactly) and they had relocated to Germany; at 7 years old she was seeing seasons for the first time.

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