Macon checked in last night by telephone, wanting to know how we are doing. He had a cold, and I mentioned how busy he had been these last several weeks, especially with trips out of town and the weekends taken up with travel and catch-up. And he has another busy weekend out of town beginning Friday, as he and his family come to Miami for the memorial service.
"It's a season", he said.
That hit home. It was what I needed to hear. Even though there is winter, and it seems a very, very long winter in some ways, it is a season. It will come to an end. It is part of time's movement, over which God is sovereign. Things advance, finally to a glorious culmination, but in the meanwhile (good word) there are intermediate culminations that have a Sabbath waiting, before the next season begins.
So we engage the season, with all our energy and with the Spirit's help. But we will be glad for Sabbath, a time of rest. And then the next season. Praise God.