I was thinking about the ultimate metaphor today; seasons. It reminds me of the verse Ecclesiastes 3:1 “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” There’s more to it if you read on through verse 8 but I think the simplicity of that first verse is perfectly beautiful. God knew a good metaphor when he created one. I was thinking about this because my love that I held for him was cut abruptly and without much warning back at the time of the year that the world around me was dying. That sounds so depressing and morose but I see it in a different way. I am constantly in awe by the fall time and the confusing and beautiful way that it warns us that even the most precious things have only a short time here. How amazing is it then that the end of my relationship would happen at a time that the world around me was also ending it’s time with us.

Everything, the leaves, the plants, even the sun slowly starts to relinquish themselves from us during this season and they do it in a way that leaves us with only a little bit of comfort in the process. Just think about the beauty of the reds and golds as you’re driving down the road, the leaves sweeping before you like a beautiful patchwork quilt. It makes the loss of our warmth just a little easier to deal with.

After the autumn fall, the frost then hits followed by a snowfall and even when it’s most bitter outside, like today for instance, I can still look at it all and see the crystal white reflecting off the sunshine and I can’t help but lose my breath at the beauty of it. The seasons couldn’t possibly be a better metaphor for the end of my journey with him.

Soon spring will be here, and as we all know, it’s the awakening of new things. Color will be brought back to this dreary world and there will exciting, new opportunity to be had. There are so many new things that are being planned and bringing with them are the promises of a happier life.

I can’t wait to see what this coming season will bring to my thawing heart.