To every thing there is a season......
Here on the east coast we are not getting the spectacular foliage we had become accustomed to. The leaves - at first due to drought - drained from green to funky yellow, faded and fell. Last week - due to the torrential rains - they came pounding down still attached to tree limbs, a sad shadow of what they had been. With the passing days the trees become more bare, increasingly spare, naked and humbled by the passing of time and seasons.
Coming into my mid-years I reluctantly look to nature for a disarming reality and realize God had something up the proverbial sleeve with the seasons concept. There is an ebb and flow to things on a colossal and microscopic level. There is a beginning, middle and end. And, born through Baptism in Christ we believe we will be transformed again to a new beginning.
Facing this ultimate [duh!] reality doesn't come easily to most of us. If it did and we were more spiritually evolved people, "cosmetic" surgery would be an anomaly rather than pedestrian. It is uncomfortable, annoying, frustrating and sometimes depressing growing old, living with some of the business that comes with a body that reflects the passage of time with candid gravity. That which once was up has, somehow over the years, slowly slid down. Hu-rumph.
The single handle I have in this season of loss is on the horizon... advent. Something, someone is coming. Watch carefully for the light in the darkness. Not the same kind of darkness from the tomb to the Resurrection; a different kind of light altogether... a longing light, an expectant light, a yearning light.
Hope. Hope in the darkness. Hope for love, for belonging, for victory against all odds. It is coming, it will come, He will come. Watch, wait, hope.