One of my hobbies is color analysis. I enjoy the process of helping someone discover what colors are best for them to wear. Each person can be categorized in one of the seasons of the year – fall, winter, spring or summer. It is amazing to see how one’s hair color, eye color, eye pattern, skin tone and color preference reveal the season. Sometimes it is hard to determine their season without the draping process. This is done by comparing several pieces of drapes in the four season’s palettes.
Some have compared our lives to the seasons of the year. Spring for youth, summer as the prime of life, fall for maturity and then winter for the older stages.
My favorite way to feature the seasons is the flowers.
The first signs of spring are the bulbs pushing up through the barren ground– crocuses, daffodils, tulips. Forsythia (or yellow bells) take over the landscape. They swiftly fade away.
Warmer days cause the azaleas and rhododendrons to take the stage only to last a few weeks if we are lucky.
Summer begins with my favorite- the glory of the day lilies. If there is enough rain – hydrangea upstage all. Wish they could last all summer.
Summer’s heat ushers in the crepe myrtles and black-eyed susans.
Cooler days are welcomed as the trees take on the show with the rich, brilliant colors of fall.
It seems only a few more weeks and the flowers shrivel and waste away as the leaves drop from the trees and give way to winter’s barren cold.
Blooms of the Christmas cactus brighten winter indoors.
Chronologically I am in the winter of my life. Although I can view the flowers in my gardens and I feel like a spring chicken.
We often think of someone as we knew them 20 or 30 years ago. It is fun to look on Facebook and see friends from “way back when” and see how they have changed. Not me???? But suddenly I look in the mirror and see a grey-haired person who is slightly overweight! Well, maybe more than slightly. Who’s that????
“I’m 17”– my friend Beth says! In our minds, we are all a certain age – 17 or maybe 30 or even 40 for us over the hill gang – 60 is the new 40 these days.
Don’t you know that time passes faster as we age? Maybe something to do with our brains and how we process time.
Just like the flowers in my garden, our lives are swiftly fading away.
One day we will be a memory to the younger generation. What will they remember? I asked my granddaughter “What words would you use to describe me?”
“Flowers, food and family,” she said.
When I am no longer able to take care of the flowers, prepare the food and serve my family, will she and my grandsons remember my faith and desire to follow God like their Nana? Our lives are just like a mist that is here today and gone tomorrow but the word of God endures forever.
So, what season are you in? It will pass so swiftly. Enjoy each season and share God’s word with your family.
James 4:13,14 (NIV)
13 Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” 14Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. 15 Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.”
I Peter 1:24 (NIV)
All people are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
25but the word of the Lord endures forever.”
Ecclesiastes 3 (NIV)
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
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