Today I had to make a business call. The woman at the office I had contacted apologized for her inability to help me in a more timely manner. They were staffed with only a skeleton crew, due to the severe weather they were experiencing—-in Portland, Oregon.
For the past ten years or so, I have lived in a very warm climate. As I recall, I didn’t even turn the heat on last winter. Right now, flowers in the yard are blooming and this spring-like season continues on. A couple of days ago, as I was standing near some of those flowers, a beautiful butterfly began to explore around me. Butterflies and flowers in December—it’s just different here.
Curious to know just exactly what type of severe weather had befallen Portland, I asked the woman assisting me over the phone if it had snowed there. It had. I further inquired as to just how much it had snowed.
Not ten foot drifts, mind you. Ten feet of snow, flat out on the ground. No apologies were necessary; I don’t know how this dedicated employee even made it to work.
In her part of the country, everything is covered in a blanket of frosty snow, cold and barren. Where I am, life is renewing itself daily alongside the buzzing of bees, the emergence of colorful blooms and green grass leaning in the wind. God’s creation of the seasons, appearing like clock-work at their appointed times, can neither be altered or fully predicted. His ultimate sovereignty in our lives is mirrored by the majestic forces of nature. What He has planned will prevail, right on schedule, every time.
Pause and consider your own life for a moment. Are you experiencing "winter," with it’s cold winds of change and it’s slippery ice of uncertainty? Perhaps it’s a budding season for you, as new warmth wraps its arms around emerging opportunities. Whatever the case, He is fully aware of your circumstance.
He may even provide you with a shovel…