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I posted a couple of photos on Facebook on Tuesday that captured the odd juxtaposition of seasons that we are experiencing in our yard right now: pink azaleas in full boom and a maple with its leaves set ablaze in incendiary red. Despite the climatic prankster who keeps radically moving the thermostat up and down (a high of 84º yesterday and frost likely by this weekend), the spring-like blooms and the autumn foliage are complementing each other beautifully.
While summer is enjoying a last gasp, colder weather will soon be here for its seasonal stay. Plants that become dormant during the winter will invariably do so again this year, even if they’re currently staying up a little past their normal bedtime. Those that always flower in March, April, and May will burst forth in bountiful botanical color again, keeping their unbroken bloom streak alive. It’s simply the ongoing fulfillment of the postdiluvian promise: “While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease,” (Genesis 8:22).
I’ve commented recently on Facebook and in my weekly bulletin article about the splendor of the night sky and the tranquil beauty of daybreak that I have experienced on early morning trail runs over the last couple of weeks. Setting out from the house at 5:00 a.m. yesterday, I wasn’t really anticipating being overly impressed after having experienced the simultaneous setting of the supermoon in the west and a picturesque, pink dawn on the eastern horizon on a crisply cool and windless morning earlier this week. I couldn’t have been more wrong! Though the moon was beginning to wane from its fullness, it was no less brilliantly lit in the cloudless sky, still bright enough to cast shadows on the trail. It was as if the Lord had left the porch light on for all who were out in the darkness. Then, just for good measure, He traced a lightning-fast backslash in the northern sky with a shooting star. Yes, yes, I know; it was a meteor and not really a star!
Big and small; terrestrial and celestial. Thank you, Father, for daily reminders, both subtle and sublime, of your creative power, majesty, sovereignty, wisdom, goodness, and grace!