A Season’s Gifts

Winter.

In many parts of the world it is the season of rest. Nature hibernates or slows.

Our winter in northern California has yet to fully rest. Today I took a walk in a warm sunshine that felt like spring, thankful while being hopeful for the blessings of rain and rest.

Seasons are unpredictable, not up to us. Gifts from the Creator, they come and bring what they have.

I remember visiting a small Amish bakery in Missouri when my children were young. It was a sweltering summer day, and as we stepped into the warm darkness of the little bakery, my son exclaimed to an elder Amish man, “It’s hot!”

The man smiled and said, “We take the blessing of each day. Without the warmth we would not have the grain to bake the bread.”

I’m learning to live in the uncertain, within nature’s seasons and life, with a blend of acceptance and expectation.

With thankfulness and with hope.

Each day made by God a day to be thankful for. Psalm 118:24

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2 Responses to A Season’s Gifts

  1. Nancy Lopez says:

    Love you Jan! Love the way you think and the way you write. It’s so true, isn’t it…the importance of learning to live in the uncertain seasons of our lives.

  2. jankern says:

    Thank you, Nancy. You’re such an encouragement to me. But yes, it is so true. And we also live in uncertain times that go far beyond the unpredictability of a life season or a weather season–more so, perhaps, than has been true in the past. To be able to learn to live in those seasons with peace, hope, and expectation is a gift from God.

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