One Season For All

A friend of mine asked me one time, "Is there a sport ya'll don't play?" She said that in response to my explanation that the boys practice basketball two nights a week.  As a [past] "sports mom," I could truthfully say "I loved the change of the seasons!"

 

The seasons of life can be quite unpredictable.  The knee-jerk reaction is plan, plan, plan ... then regrettably God is squeezed out of the agenda.  We fight this incredible and uncontrollable urge to map out latitude and longitude, penciling in all other factors of the equation.  It just "feels" better that way, and the "comfort zone" takes a ... "comfortable" shape. First Thessalonians 5:1 is the Believer's reality check: "But of the times and the seasons, brethren, ye have no need that I write unto you."  In this passage, Paul wrote of Christ’s second coming and gives the "life mapping" for Believers until such time: " ... comfort ... edify ... live ... pray ... love ... be at peace ... support ... be patient ... rejoice ... give thanks ...  hold fast to truth ... abstain from evil." Hmmm, I can't seem to identify a specific season for these.  No, God's Work has no season ... no beginning, no end. I'd say, "one season fits all."  Each season of life

draws from another, then another; builds upon another, then another; gleans from another, then another.  The wisdom granted from each season of life

blesses another, then another -- dispersing light and salt along the way. The "comfort zone" is expanded and soon we can hardly discern comfort from

discomfort -- only obedience and service day-after-day, season-after-season. How does God do that! I may ask Him someday ... but that's yet another season!