November

November on the prairies is a bleak month as the only colours are varying shades of beige to brown (hay bales in the fields, long grass in the ditch, and leafless trees all around). It's cold, often cloudy, and there isn't anything to catch your eye. The days get shorter, the wind turns colder, and we have to wait for snow and the Christmas season to lighten things up. When I was in university, I went through a difficult period of time and I later described it to friends as "feeling like it was November all the time".

Because November in Ottawa isn't so monochromatic nor cold, my childhood thoughts about November resurfaced now that I'm back on the prairies. But I was surprised. I no longer viewed it as ugly nor as something to get over with. I appreciate the time of waiting and can see the beauty in the barren trees and empty gardens. I also know, without a doubt, that it won't last forever. Change will come.

My perspective on November (and the time of life it symbolizes to me) has changed and I give God the credit for this - for the ability to handle the transitional times in life with more thankfulness, for an openness to receiving the gifts He gives us in seasons of waiting, and for a growing belief that what may seem like a very dull and dreary time in our life may be a time that God works in wonderful ways but we just don't know it yet.

God's ways are not our ways nor are His thoughts our thoughts (Isaiah 55:8). I encourage you to be open to His working in your life through all its seasons..... Novembers included!

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