Seasons of Our Lives

Today is officially the first day of summer in the Northern Hemisphere. There’s something special, and memorable about the summer season. Or as James Russell Lowell expressed it, “What is so rare as a day in June?”

I have wonderful boyhood memories of summer growing up in central Indiana. No school. Sleeping in. Long days of sunshine. Riding bikes. Playing tag. VBS at church. Kool-aid. Summer nights catching fireflies. Fresh food from our garden. Playing hide-and-go-seek. No cares. No worries. Just a feeling of freedom and a time to have some fun.

Our annual trip down in the country,(that’s Kentucky) where my Mom’s family lived was always something we eagerly anticipated. Reuniting with cousins. Walking the dirt roads. Going to the country store for an R. C. Cola and a moon pie. Eating fried chicken. And watermelon. I can still smell the aroma of waking up on a cool morning to my Granny Key cooking breakfast. And, of course, usually getting into a little mischief with my cousin Leslie.

Those carefree days of some 60 years ago, later turned into a different kind of summer season. Summer jobs. Preaching opportunities. Marriage to my best friend. Trips to the mountains. A day at the beach. Vacations and making memories with our own kids.

This summer begins a new season in our lives. And in our ministry.  It’s different.  But exciting.  We’re spending most of the summer in Welland, Ontario, Canada. It’s an enjoyable break from the oppressive heat of Texas and Florida. It’s currently 63 with a projected high today of 76. But most of all we’re enjoying the warm and welcoming fellowship of the brethren in Ontario.

Just like the Lord created the predictable seasons of Summer, Fall, Spring, and Winter, He provides for us different seasons in our lives on earth. Each is unique. And has a special place in His overall purpose for us.

The wise man reminds us of the various seasons of our lives in Ecclesiastes 3.

1 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

2 A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;

3 A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;

4 A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;

7 A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;

8 A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.

We must learn to accept the seasons of life. Embrace them. Make the most of them. And to the fullest extent possible enjoy them.

A poet by the name of Laura Smith expressed the seasons of our lives this way. “Our journey on earth is compiled of four seasons, spring, summer, fall and winter. Life is only loaned to us, and as with everything borrowed, must someday be returned. We are only here for a short stay, and have many purposes to fulfill, we must contend with pain, in order to attain peace. We must accept tribulations, if we are to reach success. We must also shed many tears if we are to share laughter. We have many, many lessons to learn while we are here, and may not take our leave of this world, until we have learned them all. Therefore it is important to place great emphasis on each and every moment of our life for we may never pass this way again”

Wherever you are in your journey, enjoy this summer season. And this season of your life. And above all, find a way to faithfully serve the Lord and be true to His purpose for your life.

–Ken Weliever, The Preacherman

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  1. I can relate so well to your childhood memories. Mine included riding bikes to “Tessies,” a neighborhood grocery store where you could get penny candy in a small brown paper bag. Thanks for the reminder to embrace the seasons of our lives – sometimes we get caught up in our day-to-day struggles and forget to do that.

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