My lover spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vine spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.” -Song of Solomon 2: 10-13
Ahhh, to be in Southern Indiana, now that spring is here. I’m not sure what defines spring more accurately in the Midwest…the Redbuds and Dogwoods in bloom or the sounds of sneezing, coughing and blowing of noses.
It is amazing to me that the very thing that fills my soul with such pleasure to see and smell can reek such havoc on my body.
Last night, after listening to Jim sneeze and sneeze, I asked him if he needed some allergy medicine. He said that the cure was worse than the cause most of the time. Well, I’d have to agree with that. I’ve yet to find an allergy medicine that didn’t make me feel like peeling the skin off my head.
But you know, the only thing worse than the onset of allergy season, to me, would be to live somewhere where the seasons are not clearly defined. I can’t imagine having summer conditions all year round or winter even. I love each season and the joys they bring. The warm breezes and beauty of new growth in the Spring. The heat and fullness of the garden in the Summer. The cool, crisp Autumn evenings. The first snow of the Winter. There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Our lives are the same way. Each age brings its owns set of joys and challenges. I remember when I was a child. There were certain ages that I looked forward to. To becoming a teenager, getting my driver’s license, the big 21…I seemed to look past the “season” I was in, anxious to move on to the next.
“Don’t wish it away…don’t look at it like it’s forever…” (Elton John)
How much of our lives to we waste, wishing them away. “I can’t wait until Friday.” …”It’s too hot…I wish it were winter.”… “It’s too cold, I wish it were summer.” …”I’m tired; I wish the kids were older.” …”It was so much easier when they were little…I can’t wait until they grow up.”… “They’ve moved away and never call…I wish they were little again.”
What if we approached each day like a precious gift. Celebrate the joys; embrace the pains. Learn the lessons and in all things, give thanks, with a grateful heart. Besides they say a change of scenery is a change of attitude.
There is no season such delight can bring,
As summer, autumn, winter, and the spring.
~ William Browne