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Perspective | The Next Chapter

Anyone else love January? Sure, logically New Year’s Day is like any other day. The next day on the calendar. But I find it’s all about perspective.

The thought reminded me of a conversation I had with my grandmother. It created a relevant analogy in my mind.

January 2021 Snow Day

Contextual Perspective

Years and years ago, I remember gushing to my Grandmomma that I just looooove fall. The leaves, the colors and the crisp air were glorious to me. Fall is when there is a noticeable shift in seasons. It just seems to prepare you for a change. Something fresh.

Her response? “I hate fall.”

I laugh a little every time I think of it and I can still picture it in my mind’s eye. Me, flailing around, romanticizing everything about this changing season and her response, sounding irrevocably flat. Of course curiosity got the better of me and I asked, “But WHHHHY?”

She said, “Because everything dies. It all turns brown and ugly, and you don’t see anything pretty again until it comes back in spring.”

Grandmomma (Sara U.)

You see, her perspective was different. My grandmother adores growing flowers and plants. She’s a genius when it came to genuses. Ha! A genus genius! I learned the scientific names for most flowers before I ever heard the common ones.

She has a big flower box positioned right in front of the back porch. It used to wrap around the most massive of shade trees which unfortunately had to be cut down in the last few years. Then she spent all spring and summer on that back porch, admiring her flowers and watching the hummingbirds. This was the story for as long as I could remember.

When fall came, the hummingbirds left. Her flowers died. Her pots had to be brought in and stored until next year and the weather became too dreary to do what she loved most. Even the trees went to sleep and appeared to be dead. That was her perspective. And to see it from where she was standing, it made all too much sense.

Contrasting Perspective

My love for the changing seasons has little to do with pumpkin spice or fashion layers. I love a good many seasonal traditions as much as the next person. Our kids look forward to “Thanksgiving Feast” all year. I itch to put up my Christmas tree and fill my house with twinkling lights. My husband and I both love the excitement of gift giving, despite saying we are cutting back every year.

And then, after what seems like months of chaos, planning, and exhaustion for most families, the New Year comes. Like I said above, it’s realistically just the next day on the calendar. But from my perspective, it’s a change in season. A new start. Something fresh.

I can’t see the trees as “dead” because I know they are only asleep. They are rejuvenating. And in the spring, another change in seasons, I anticipate everything bursting forth with new life. Every leaf is a brand new, bright green explosion of life!

Considering Perceptions

So if we perceive it, can this also hold true for us? What is your perspective like? How do you view the change in seasons?

I choose to see winter as a time of rest and preparation. I choose to see the new year as a new chapter in my life, or a turn of the page. All seasons have a role to play in our lives. Maybe God created seasons for that very reason. So that even His most seemingly miniscule creation could experience rejuvenation. Perhaps, in some scenarios, redemption? Oh, what a sovereign God we serve!

So HAPPY NEW CHAPTER, friends and fam! May your 2022 be abundant with blessings upon blessings!

As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

Isaiah 55: 10-11

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