Lifting Hearts of Praise When Difficult Seasons Finally Change

We can’t help lifting hearts of praise when difficult seasons
finally come to a close and change happens.

 

 

Summer hung on this year like barnacles on a dry-docked ship. On a tropical island.

Day after day of unrelenting triple digit temperatures, coupled with very little monsoon weather, even in August.

By mid-July, we’re ready for the rainy, windy desert storms,

even though it adds humidity to already hot days to gasp through.

But this year, the landscape got no release from relentless dry day-after-day desert heat.

Trees began to yellow and crisp on the leaf edges. Weed patches looked as if a blow torch had skimmed over the top, frying them to a crisp, but not enough to destroy them flat. Well browned. Over baked.

Until we wondered if we would miss fall the way we missed the monsoon season.

 

Then,

this morning,

I stepped out my door to a nip in the air.

Well, nip in the desert stretches the word, perhaps.

But if you get below 60 degrees when morning after morning you’ve stepped out into half-boiling-stage degrees,

it does feel like a nip.

 

And the heart lifts and swells as you draw in great, cleansing breaths.

 

 

The seasons will continue!

 

After the long, long stretch of heat overwhelm, of covid quarantine required and weather quarantine chosen, air conditioner humming a solid hourly drone,

to step out and feel a change,

that, my friend, is truly a miracle.

We finally reached the shelter, the covert of His wings.

He didn’t forsake us in the war against the summer.

He planned the autumn all along.

The release from the grip of battle.

 

And now,

today,

when we feel the fresh, nippy air,

we have the breath to sing praises once more,

and daily perform our vows.

The performing that becomes so difficult when the overwhelm is too long, the dry desert heat too relentless.

 

 

And once more

God attends unto our prayers.

The storm is slackened,

we’re sheltered neath His wings.

 

Praise His holy name.

 

Join us in lifting hearts of praise
when seasons of overwhelm
finally come to a close
and we are sheltered ‘neath His wings.