While we were out with our walking group on Saturday morning, a cold front–or cool front–blew in. The breeze picked up to an actual wind. The temperature and humidity dropped. Not only did our bodies feel better, but our spirits lifted. It had gotten to the point in the summer that I wasn’t quite sure it would ever be less than 100 degrees and 99 per cent humidity. And then just like that, the season changed or at least promises to change. A reminder that God is in charge. His natural laws are true and reliable.
Last Wednesday I cut my finger. We had gone to a restaurant that serves giant cinnamon rolls. And I mean giant. They weigh 3 pounds and are about four inches high. But yummy! Cinnamon and sugar all through the entire roll, topped with icing that melts in the between the rolled layers. It is not health food. We took three-quarters of it home in a box and planned to share it with guests. I was cutting our portion off, holding the styrofoam platter behind the roll where I couldn’t see it. I sliced into the index finger of my left hand. Of course, I didn’t want to get stitches; I could heal it with band-aids and ointment. That was almost a week ago. It is still sore, but on the mend. A reminder that God is in control. His natural laws work regardless of our dumb mistakes.
My Aunt Joyce called on Saturday night. Her husband, Charles, passed away on Friday night. She had moved into a new season: widowhood. Uncle Charles has experienced the healing that was not possible in this world. Joyce is left with the pain of grief. However, as surely as cooler temperatures and as surely as my finger is healing, her pain will be lifted little by little until she experiences with Charles the healing that is possible in the world we cannot see from here. God is in control of the seasons of life. His law of love and grace stands strong and immutable.
What season are you in? What pain are you experiencing? Where do you need healing? No matter what you answer, God is in control of even that.
Woodpile Kitty 
Always enjoy your stories, Kay! Keep writing!!!!
Kay I’m sorry to hear about you cutting your finger. I’ve done the same thing and thought I can heal it, wrong. If we would only listen but that is the human in us.
I’m also sorry to hear about your Uncle Charles and the pain of grief that it is leaving your Aunt Joyce.
I’m enjoying your blogs so much and always look forward to the next one.
Dorothy
Uncle Charles will be missed. Just last year, Butch and I visited Joyce and Charles. When we talked about our dance lessons, Charles got out of his wheelchair and insisted on dancing with me. It was very special. It’s a reminder to dance while you can, especially if it’s difficult.