Every morning when I dropped my daughter to school, I saw this beautiful tree in the car park.
I was drawn to it’s bright red leaves. I loved the way it was still clinging to them despite all the other trees having dropped their leaves weeks ago.
I guess it was a picture of resilience to me – a lone tree clinging to beauty in the face of bitter frost and fog.
But the other morning I saw something different.
I saw defiance and rebellion. I saw one little tree recklessly holding onto “same” when it was time for “change”.
It made me reflect on life’s seasons, and how sometimes I can stubbornly cling to one season, even long after the fog and frost has arrived. Refusing to let go of the warmth and colour of autumn, even when the time for winter is here.
You see, I really hate change.
I’m like, okay, so this is the season we’re in? Great, let me make up a schedule. Let me find what works. Let me finesse our routine.
See? I can totally do this. Everything is running smoothly. Life is just gre…
What? A new season already? But I just… *sigh*
So I really relate to that little tree with it’s brilliant red leaves. It’s just got the hang of autumn. It’s rocking autumn. And it just isn’t ready to deal with a new season yet.
The Bible says that just like the seasons in nature, there are seasons in life.
Ecclesiastes 3 puts it like this:
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.
And just as there is a season for everything, it is God who directs the seasons and determines when it is time for each activity.
The passage goes on to say that “He has made everything beautiful in its time.”
When I cling to the last season, unwilling to let it go and move into the new season of life, what I’m saying is that I believe my fears more than I believe God.
I’m saying that my own worries about what the new season might bring are bigger than the God who guides the seasons.
Which is ridiculous!
I think of Jesus walking on the water, calling Peter to walk out of the boat, across the water to Him. All Peter could see was his fears (and to be honest, logic!). Logic and experience says that if you step on water, you will fall in.
But Peter forgot Who was calling him.
The very One who made the water with all of it’s natural laws! He had no reason to fear, because Jesus was the one who made and controlled the whole realm of nature.
When God calls me into a new season – when He says “it’s time for something else” – there’s no reason for me to fear because He holds the seasons in His hands.
He is the just as much the Lord of autumn’s brilliant hues as he is the Lord of winter’s frost and fog.
And whatever season my life is in, I can trust Him.