I love the seasons’ changes. I love the anticipation of something new. It never fails; as soon as I get comfortable with one season, I become discontent and am ready for the next one. I like to think that is one of the reasons God gave us the ever-changing seasons; He knows His creation and knows that we are in need of constant change and transition. “As long as the earth remains, there will be planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night.” Genesis 8:22.

I love all four seasons equally and what each one represents. In the winter, I love oversized sweaters and crockpots full of yummy soups, and I appreciate the nakedness of the earth around me, preparing itself against the elements.

During the winter, I find myself dreaming of the hot summer sun and swimming in the ocean. It represents a time of leisure and enjoyment.

Fall and spring are such important seasons of the year. Fall time brings coolness to the warm air, beauty painted upon our trees and the hustle and bustle of the back-to-school grind. It’s a transition from a break to business in our lives, but more, it’s a representation of a season of preparation. Our earth goes into a dormant state.

All the while, spring is being prepared behind the leafless trees and beneath the frozen ground, “The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come, and the cooing of the turtledoves fills the air.” Song of Songs 2:12. It’s a rebirthing of life, and before life there is emptiness, darkness. “Then God said, ‘Let there be light.’” Genesis 1:3.

Nature reflects creation produced by a God who represents love and care. As each season was brought into thought and each creature given life, the building of that love for His creation grew and grew until it peaked and human beings were born from His love and His mind. It’s a symphony, a procession of love building upon the next carefully thought up wonder and the pinnacle is man and woman.

All of creation reflects the same running themes: Life never stops moving, changing, transitioning; life itself has seasons which are both physical and spiritual; and the underlying purpose of the steadiness of change is growth.

I am in a perpetual state of spring at the moment and have been for a few years now. I have been giving birth and rearing up new life for 12 years, and I am on the precipice of delivering my fourth child. Now more than ever, I am aware of the significance that the seasons of life hold.

The parallelisms displayed between nature and the life that we have been given reveals a much deeper meaning hidden within our daily lives. With insight and awareness of who our God is, we can begin to see the purpose of all that has been given—our lives, children, jobs, seasons—even time—it’s all a gift. Much of the gift is simply for us to savor, like summertime and enjoying the fruits of our labor. There are also parts of this gift that are necessary for growth, which often bring discomfort like the cold winters and the pain of child rearing.

But with the new season just upon the horizon, the seasons we may find ourselves in leave just as quickly as they came. As I sit here with my belly full of baby, I am fully aware of the season of life that I am experiencing. Most days I take for granted the time with my little ones, wondering when the daily routines that seem endless will, in fact, ever end. But, I remind myself that there will be a time, sooner rather than later, that I will try to reach far into my memories for the sweet sounds of my baby’s coos and the laughter of my daughters’ play.

As each season continues to rotate the year, and the years unfold into many years, I am going to continue to move through the springs, summers, falls, and winters of life with a mindful eye, a willingness to be open to experience all that God’s hands have in store for my life.