The Heavens Declare

The heavens declare the glory of God. So does it follow that the seasons reflect his nature in all its complexity? I think so, and given that the defining attribute of God is love, each season must reveal a nuance of his amazing love for us. 

Spring is the smile of new life. Summer is the joy of abundance. Fall displays the colours of wisdom. Winter is the peace of rest. And a whole lot more, obviously.

Perhaps other geographical points stick to the seasonal script, but here in Scotland those seasonal distinctives often blur. Today, for instance, in between a sun valiantly striving to warm up the frozen north, we are having squalls of snow. And it’s cold enough for the snow to lie.

We can have four seasons in an hour, never mind a day.

Sometimes life’s seasons don’t follow the script either. A life in its spring or summer season suddenly being blasted by an icy wind and cut short. It can be hard to see the love sometimes.

I don’t get the seasonal confusion, but I am grateful that through it all, underneath are the everlasting arms. God’s arms express love at its most pure. 

The heavens declare the glory of God. Whether a sun blazes from a blue sky or snow falls from heavy grey clouds, God never changes.