The changing of the seasons are reminders that God has not changed even though our circumstances may have.
When our eldest daughter was first diagnosed with Hodgkins Disease, when she was 14 years old, it seemed as though the entire world had stopped. All of a sudden nothing was the same. We walked in a new world, spoke a new language, felt confused and alone. Most weeks she and I drove 2 1/2 hours to the children’s cancer clinic for chemo, tests or checkups. During chemo weeks we left home Monday mornings and didn’t return until Friday evenings. The rest of our family tried their best to carry on at home without us, and I won’t minimize how hard that was. Fatigue, fear, and emotional hurt clouded our minds and drained our bodies. Our prayers were short. Our days were long. Hope was fragile. Faith was crucial.
One day, as my daughter and I were travelling home following a week of chemo, she lay asleep in the back seat of the car and I was at the wheel, alone with my thoughts. Suddenly I was a bit startled when we rounded a curve in the road and there was a tree, all ablaze in brilliant autumn orange. A few of its lower branches hung in breathtaking color right to the edge of the pavement. For a second I was shocked to realize that the seasons were changing and that time continued to move on. The Bible says that the seasons will always come at their appointed times, and that was comforting to me at that upsetting time. Yes, “when God’s in His Heaven, all’s right with the world.”* Never is that more true than when a loved one’s life is at stake.
(Our daughter had a stem cell (bone marrow) transplant when she was 16, and following that she recovered rapidly with no more recurrence of the cancer. Today, she is a healthy thirty-three year old woman, loving God and enjoying life. God has been very merciful to our family and we thank Him.)
*From Robert Browning’s The Year’s at the Spring.