As summer winds down, the air is changing. Trees will display their masterpiece, fall is here, and winter is knocking on the door. So, too, are the seasons of our lives.
Spring: In my family, I celebrate five grandchildren; clearly the spring of life is blooming. As kids sprout and blossom, one could not be happier to see the smiles, hear the laughter and enjoy innocence at its best. Shaping lives is hard, preparing for the future is the plan. Blessed in the man whose quiver is full.
Summer: My three children are now experiencing the second season of life. They are all married, sprouting fruit and keeping Lynn and I happy and busy. The summer years are often productive, times for growth, learning, sometimes pruning and preparing for the next season of life. Teaching they serve a God who never fails. Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial.
Fall: Lynn and I are in the third season of life. We have worked hard, 38 years at the garden center. Steve, 35 years in public service helping others. We are tending the grandkids, bountiful fruit of a tree, and fragrant flowers for the table. Yet, we slow down a bit, feel the aches, travel more, and plan for winter. God will supply all our needs.
Winter: Mom and Dad are up in years. Mom reached 90 this spring, and Dad is 88. He will be selling trees, maybe his last. Mom is sharp as a tack. But they too are weary, counting their blessings and 25 grandkids. Their reward is not here. They have a mansion, just over the hilltop, where the streets are paved with gold. Stop in, and we will share our secret for life with you. Just ask, it is free.