I love the season change; and boy am I ready for it. What happened to a good old white powdered winter. I live in Colorado right? I prefer my sun filled days to have vibrant color, pleasant scents and a slight breeze tickling my skin. Not drab shades of gray and brown with a violent wind tossing trash, sand and my hair around.

I'm ready for spring, the fresh new life of flowers, grass, and trees. I'm a sucker for spring; by far its the best season in my opinion, but then again I am taken with Autumn and well, I like the look of freshly packed snow. Honestly summer may be the only season I can do with out WHAT? (I know thats what you are thinking.) I hate being hot and I'm not one much for tanning or sweating. But I'm sure I can think of something nice about summer too. Yea, here is flip flops and T's.

Anyway...

I was thinking that I needed to bring my thinking into a different season. To reach for a mental picture before the actual evidence comes along. So Spring...new life, fresh view, happy, light, birds chirping and flockling in the tall grass spinnning and singing "the hills are alive with the sound of music"...I'm looking forward to you.

God is such a good God. Much like the seasons of the year He brings our lives through seasons. Just knowing that the violent winds of pain and the dark drab colors of a snowless winter won't last forever brings a smile to my face. Because the very next season is spring...life. Isn't it encouraging to know that what we are going through now won't last forever. (OMG haha, ironically I am listen to, get this Israel Houghton's "I lift up my hands". If you know that song on the cd he speaks about a new season. Couldn't have planned it better...)

"You serve a God of season and every season has a purpose"