Time in the Son – by Sarah Fehr
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens." (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
I look down and wriggle my soft, white toes, liberated from dark leather shoes and heavy socks. Clad in sunset-orange flip-flops, they have at last emerged to see the light of day. It’s the first “sandal day” of the year. Winter has ultimately lost its grip! Year after year, sometime in late spring or early summer, I make “the switch.” The closed-toed winter-proof footwear is joyously placed on the closet shelves while the mounds of sandals and flip-flops assume the place of honor on my closet floor.
It never grows old, the expectation of warmth, freedom, and newness flowing up from my bare skin to my soul. It reminds me of when I handed my life over to Christ, coming out of the lonely winter into the newness of light. I flexed my life and personality under the new influence of salvation with a renewed vitality of purpose. The peace of forgiveness that goes beyond all understanding, resting securely in the One who died for me, warms my soul.
Hot, cold, warm, cool. Summer, winter, spring, fall. He ordained these times in our lives to draw us continually back to Himself.
Sarah is a wife and mother of two preschoolers and a Christian writer. Contact |
