In this season of grey, where I do not have many answers, and I am desperately grasping for some small sense of assurance, I keep returning to Psalm 104. This psalm depicts God as the creator and sustainer of all living things. It begins with praise and follows with an outline of God's creation closely reflecting God's work in Genesis when He created the world. Verse 2 explains the "light" and "outstretch of heavens." Verse 3 follows with the "waters" and "clouds," and verse 4 celebrates the "earth's foundations." The Psalter continues with mountains, rivers, springs, and valleys, which the Lord put into "the place that [He] appointed for them" (v. 8). With each aspect of the earth God's masterful detail is present. The following verses explain further what fills the earth and its purpose in God's design for provision. The springs "give drink to every beast of the field" (v. 11), the birds dwel
I love seasons. I love the anticipation of change and the excitement of what is to come. I love looking forward to days of summer sun and tanned skin, to the crisp air of autumn and the turn of leaves in their color, to the celebrations of winter and the reasons we gather inside, to the newness of spring and the fields blanketed with wildflowers. Yet, I often find myself hesitant to accept seasons of change within my life. Instead of anticipation and excitement, I am filled with fear and dread of what is to come. I am crippled by the unknown and stuck in a trap of comfort which threatens growth, keeping me stagnant, frozen. What would happen if I embraced the constant change of seasons within my life as I did the seasons of the calendar? What freedom would I discover in choosing to anticipate good, beautiful, and unique things only found in specific seasons? Would I not know, more fully, happiness and laughter if I embraced the sadness and depression? Would I not walk willing