My grammar school teachers spun the calendar round…month by month, rather than, season by season. Every month hosted a new theme.
September bore bright red apples, pencils, papers, and a large yellow bus.
October was the beginning of crimson, gold, and amber leaves…jack-o-lanterns and trick-or treat.
November found pilgrims dressed in black, Indians in feathers, and a turkey brought unity between the two.
December was wrapped in ribbons and bows, twinkling lights and glittering bulbs, a man dressed in red and nine flying reindeer…but most importantly Baby Jesus born to Mary and Joseph in a stable in Bethlehem.
January blew cold with stacks of snow…hot chocolate with white marshmallows…and a birthday cake with glowing candles (the month of my birth).
February delivered valentines, cupid…and large pink and red hearts.
March was marked by shamrocks and leprechauns…and perhaps, even a pot of gold.
April showers brought…
June, July, and August announced freedom and fun…swimming beneath the sun and camping under the stars…picnics and fireworks.
When one leaves childhood life’s not so easily marked. Months fade into seasons and seasons become blurred…especially when the stores begin to sell Christmas trees shortly after the fourth of July.
Every season has a purpose…each preparing one for the next. Spring brings new life…hope for the future. Summer a celebration of all that life holds. Fall brings us bounty, harvest, and rest. Winter may be bitter and cold, perhaps even melancholy…but without the snow and wind could we appreciate the seasons of spring, summer, and fall?
We all go through seasons…some mountain tops others valleys, but wherever life takes us we can be sure that the Lord walks beside us…each and every day…no matter the season.
It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.” Deuteronomy 31:8.