Changing Seasons, Unchanging Hope

A year in the life of a tree in our front yard

I’m so glad the seasons change. Naturally, I have my favorites (autumn!); everyone does. Each season has aspects I adore and things I’m not very fond of. I’m thankful that we’re not locked in to any one season. Difficult seasons will end. This thought gives me hope.

Sometimes a hard season yields to a glorious one, but at least, it gives way to something else. Perhaps something better than my dreams, something hiding out of view, just around the corner.

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