I love how you are seasoned by knowing to be still even when it’s inconvenient. But in the season of what life has given you, you see the moment as a blessing to be still and know God is over the season.

Whether it looks like Fall, where everything is being stripped away, you are grateful for the season. Because before the leaves fall and wither away, they give beautiful colors which God designed to tell us there’s a change coming.

The Lords puts nature in splendor, in a symphony of colors that dresses the land. Each morning and afternoon, filled with rays of colors; yellow-red rays of fire, and the sweet orange color of nectar showing us the earth preparing to be still and stripped, going dormant.

Nature knows it’s her time to rest, empty and waiting for God’s process of what He is birthing out of her. As she is bare, His breath of life coats her with a hard shell from the rain and the snow that sustains her life.

The season is a gift to you. You know the seasons belong to God. He is not absent from the Spring, Summer, Autumn, or Winter. His Spirit gives us the beauty of the gift of life.

You’re grateful and say, “Thank you, God, for the season I am in. Your love and life in me are in it.”

What would my life be without you, sister? You are the voice I am open to hear; as soon as you begin to speak.

In your voice are God’s loving praises of goodness and blessings, knowing that I am your sister.

You are the one that reminds me who I am when I’ve allowed the criticism of the world to fog or forget who I am when I stand in the mirror.

Your goodness is like a row of cherry blossoms that fill the earth on each side, brightening the path God has placed me on.

Sister, your value is priceless because God chose you as a gift to help me along the way when my eyes cannot see; or my ears hear the voice of love.

He created you to be a vessel of love from Him to me.

You are my priceless gift, my sister.

I took your silence into prayer where you could hear me. My voice arose from thoughts stored within my heart but then released into the hands of angels who soared the earth and delivered my prayer. As my cry arrived, the angels could hear the rattle of uncertainty as if I was behind an iron gate.

God heard my voice and His love silenced the rattling lie of each unsettling thought. He unlocked my heart as His arms embraced me, recusing me from fear. Fear that I was alone, lying that I was undeserving.

I found myself sheltered by His perfect love. Perfect in grace, perfect in the unperfect love of others, perfectly hearing His song, the song of

Love’s whisper.

At times it’s hard to thank God for the storm in your life, but in the storm, you see Him and all the things He has given you that you didn’t see before. I used to see the storm as something to fear, not knowing it comes to slow us down and cherish the season of our lives.

In time, it will be Spring again, and the flowers you treasured so much will soon bloom. But, not only the Spring brings forth new life, but in the winter, within all its storms, there are flowers that bloom, and their beauty is reflected off a cold winter’s night.

Their colors are like a warm embrace that comforts our souls. Bringing hope so you can sleep through the storm, knowing God’s loving hand is over your life and over the storm.

Embraced by my love.