As I took time to talk to God, He spoke to me as well. I was struck by how much I love summer food...in the summer. However, when September rolls around, I am ready to move on to pumpkin and apples and cinnamon and ginger. In the winter, I look forward to thick soups and stews, piping hot, filling my home and belly with warmth and comfort. Come April, I can't wait to get my hands on fresh asparagus and bright green lettuce.
Today, my Father said clearly, "Every season is beautiful and perfect, even this season. I created the seasons, and I created you. I knew when I made you which specific seasons you would enjoy and endure, and I love you. Don't be afraid. Every season is full of blessing, because every season is full of Me."
I've been wallowing in self-pity and fear, because I absolutely LOVE food. I love to plan it, find it, prepare it, savor it, and, of course, consume it. The doctor's recent diagnoses of various digestive disorders put an extreme limit on which foods my body can properly process. It will take a lot more planning, sacrifice and self-control. Planning I'm down with...sacrifice and self-control? They've never been my strong suits. God knew I would reach this point, and He knows my weakness, but He is my strength. He prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies. He anoints me with oil, and my cup overflows. How sweet are His words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth, more to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.
As I type this, the aroma of basil and mint oils worked into my fingertips wafts up and gives me peace. His words are life, and His changing seasons are welcome.
