It’s bound to happen. Seasons are always going to be changing.

I try to find comfort in that. Especially when I am less fond of particular seasons, say of winter? Remembering that seasons always change, I can have hope that the cold won’t last as long and that spring will bring back the beautiful green colors and flowers I hope for the rest of the seasons.

Our faith lives have seasons, too. There have been times in my life where I would describe the season as summer. The season where children are free from school and anxiety about tests. The season where parents can have a little more time with their kids that isn’t spent on homework.

Other times it’s been in the deep dark winter of a season. But I have to remember that there will come another spring soon enough.

What season are you in these days?