I can't help but mention the irony of this week. Technically, it is still winter. Up until today, it has felt like spring. Spring starts tomorrow, and we'll be celebrating with a thick blanket of snow on the ground. As we all say around here, "That's Colorado for you." The funniest part is that it doesn't seem to phase kids at all.
My daughter woke up as excited as ever that it was snowing. She immediately capitalized on the situation and asked for some hot chocolate with her breakfast. I caved. It was a good morning. The change of the seasons always remind me of the Bible verse (it may remind you of a popular song from the 60's too) that says, "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven." (Ecclesiastes 3:1) Even when spring arrives under a frosting of white, the flowers will still bloom, the grass will turn green, the clouds will roll away, and the birds will still sing.
It's nice to know that there is a rhythm to life. After winter comes the spring, and then summer. Summer turns to fall, and fall fades into winter. Then it all starts over again. When our life seems out of control, it's nice to be reminded that there is a God in control of the universe and we can count on Him to take care of us. He does, after all, make those seasons just for us.