Sometimes the first sign of a changing seasons is not a welcome sight. Sometimes God changes our perspective and helps us look at those signs with different eyes.
Goldenrod has not been my favorite plant to spot at the end of summer. This weed has always been an annoying reminder that pretty soon the endless days of summer indeed will come to an end. For years it made me sad when I saw it, until this year.
The first scrawny plant appeared in the field behind my house. I spotted it on my evening walk and immediately felt the sadness creep in. Soon the kids would head off to school all day and another summer would just be memories. As I felt my tears well up, I prayed and asked God to take that sadness and help me to be thankful.
Something happened at that moment. I felt the desire to pick the plant, along with some others that grew nearby. I went home, put them in a vase, and set them on my dining room table. I started to examine the plant and realized how each blossom had been uniquely created. I noticed how wonderfully the sum of the yellow flowers stood out in my kitchen. I sensed the assurance of my Father’s faithfulness and His dependability.
I am so grateful that the Lord is in charge of the changing season. He is not only timely, but He can be trusted, even when we can’t see ahead. Sometimes He allows us to peek a little closer at His creativity. Sometimes He uses “annoying weeds” to show us how intimately He is involved in our lives and how faithful He is to us.
“Lord, teach me to trust you, no matter what season lies ahead. Help me to be teachable and look for your faithful hand in my life. You give me glimpses each day that are reminders. Help me to see them. Change me to accept what comes from your hand. Help me to see your faithfulness in the Goldenrod.”
Faithfulness springs up from the ground, and righteousness looks down from the sky.
Have you tasted? Have you seen,
What God prepared with joy?
Or have you found your fill on earth
In things that will destroy?
So much of what you feast upon,
And what you eat with ease,
Does not compare with Jesus’ food,
His love, His joy, His peace.
He is the Water for your thirst,
The Bread that satisfies.
He is enough for all your needs,
And hears your faintest cries.
The faintest ray of light sneaks through my bedroom window.
I am drawn outside to celebrate the beginning of a new day.
“Come walk with me!” a voice beckons.
So I do.
How good it is to find the Father already at work making His mercies new.
Here, I commit to Him my day.
Let Him shape and hone.
Let Him guide through gentle whispers.
Like a loving friend He patiently listens to my worries and
and carries what becomes too heavy for me.
Then He lights up the sky with colors so magnificent
that even the mist in the field stands in awe.
Birds sing their praises to the Maker and Creator.
His promises to my heart are like the oaks I pass, sure and strong.
His love for me is like the river I cross, steadfast and satisfying a thirsty place.
His care for my needs is like the field producing nourishment in due seasons.
“Father, teach me here in the early morning.
Help me to see that this day belongs to you.
My time is in your hand. I cannot add a single minute.
Bring me back again tomorrow, to commit anew the day and all that it will bring.”
But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress.