I’m obsessed with the weather right now. Nature has always been an avenue that Papa has used to speak to me. I feel closest, most connected to him, when I am outside, barefoot in the grass, soaking up the warmth of the sun, feeling the cool kisses of the breeze on my cheeks, or praying for revival to come like the rain. I think that I relate the Lord to the seasons because he is seasonal in nature. As we grow in intimacy with him and walkout this journey of life, we go through seasons. In some seasons, his presence and voice saturates us like the rainy season in Australia. In other seasons, he takes us into the desert and whispers softly to us. Still, in other seasons, we are growing and blossoming like wildflowers in the spring. I love that even though HE never changes, his methods of teaching, speaking, and relating to us do.
The changing of seasons is never easy because you can’t have a new season with out the death of something else, old things must die so that new things can live and grow.
Relationships, thought patterns, habits, beliefs, attitudes, and a number of other things can hinder our growth and, therefore, must DIE, so we can look more like Christ. It’s uncomfortable, it can be painful, but it’s so worth it. So worth it.
Is the Holy Spirit stirring something to die in you so he can move you into a new season of life?
