Seasons Change
I read my post about Parc Paradisio just now. And it is funny, but I went there last weekend, and it was the ugliest place ever. You see, they close down the first weekend in November and don't open again until April. So I had to go one more time. And I walked in and it was horrible. Everything was dead. The beautiful gardens that greet you as you walk in the gate were all shriveled up and the whole atmosphere of the place was changed. I now know why they close.
But I began thinking of my spiritual journey, and about how sometimes I just feel all dried up. Sometimes we feel far from God and just like we are spinning our wheels. I think that God uses that time to do some serious work on us.
But roots grow deep. And when the next season comes we are more beautiful than before. Just like in April when the flowers are back in bloom and Parc Paradisio has turned into paradise again.
Just a thought!
But I began thinking of my spiritual journey, and about how sometimes I just feel all dried up. Sometimes we feel far from God and just like we are spinning our wheels. I think that God uses that time to do some serious work on us.
But roots grow deep. And when the next season comes we are more beautiful than before. Just like in April when the flowers are back in bloom and Parc Paradisio has turned into paradise again.
Just a thought!

