Releasing the Pulse Words: Seasons

Holy Spirit has been bringing words to me lately...the same words, over and over. In songs, on paper, through people...randomly showing up again and again. He's trying to teach me through these words so I'm digging deep. I wanted to give them a name and a voice so they don't just sit and gather dust.  I call these words "Pulse Words" because they contain life and movement and in turn give me life in what they teach. So over the next little while I'll be releasing my "Pulse Words", what they're teaching me and what I believe they are saying.

SEASONS

Seasons.

Not just a marking on a calendar

A change of the weather

A holiday to mark the occasion

But a temperature change

In my world

In my heart

Whether I am bearing the fruit of Summer

or the desolate barrenness of Winter

Each season speaks to me

no matter what

It's a teacher

attempting to reveal

Is the student attentive?

Ready to learn?

Ready to grow?

The truth about seasons:

they change

they move

they differ

they are unique

sometimes with a similar vein

sometimes not

All beautiful in their own way

Some harder

Some more lovely

But just the same...

Seasons change

But the orchestrator

the conductor

does not.

The captain is in control

He is solid

stable

secure

steadfast

He is the anchor

inviting me to cling.

Seasons can rock my world

rock my boat

rock me into a wild whirring seasickness

if I focus on the unstable rolling

and each crashing wave.

I will be sucked down by the current

the weighty undertow has no mercy.

I have focused on the carnal world around me

wondered "why me?"

"Why now?"

But why not?

Are not these seasons to grow me

to build me

Are not these seasons to direct me

to teach me

I have come to see

and to truly believe

they are not to punish.

With eyes open to the unseen

to the Kingdom which rules more than this carnal world

The One who authors my days

my life

my purpose

He also authors these seasons

to refine my story

to bring colour

vibrancy

to life.

to MY life.

Am I grateful for the gifts of seasons?

or do I fight

fists clenched

rejecting the gift.

Because gifts can only be received with an open outstretched hand.

Wisdom even children know

Really.

But know this:

seasons come and go

change

morph.

We are never refined in slothful comfort.

Only in the bearing down of labour

do we bring forth new life.

I long for new life

in my life.

Newness

purpose

excitement for the here and now.

No matter the season

I focus on the author

He knows

He holds the key.

He's commanding the clouds and the sun.

Summer is coming!

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