For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
While hiking through a segment of the Hysen Trail, the blaze of golden wattle heralded early signs of spring. Less than a month ago, walking along a different portion of the trail, the heavens opened without warning and dumped freezing cold rain on me.
This transition from winter to spring makes it a season of unpredictability. Life is exactly the same. In a twinkling everything can change and the plans we have for our future evaporate.
The phrase ‘under heaven’ struck me powerfully. It implies a protective covering. Under God’s protection, no one need weather the storms of life on their own.
Is there a ‘storm’ in your life right now?
Why not write a request for protection? Or a thank you note for a time when you experienced protection in the past?