This morning I woke up to watch the sun rise over the Gulf of Mexico and as I watched the rays begin to pierce the gray clouds, bringing to light the crystal blue water and ivory sandy beach, I couldn’t help but think of how all is truly made beautiful in due time.
The
natural world we live in parallels the lives we live. There is a season and
time for everything. We can't pick strawberries in
January and we don't wear Ugg boots in August. (Although California girls seem
to have made an excuse for this one.) There are things we reserve for a
particular timing and season. We decorate Christmas trees during the Christmas
season and we sing happy birthday on an actual birth date. We reserve
extravagant celebrations for significant events. We wear black to a funeral and
don’t wear white to someone’s wedding. We eat dessert after dinner and don’t
drink coffee after brushing our teeth. While adhering too much to formality and
rules can run the risk of making things just a formality, I think we can all
acknowledge that saving certain traditions and rules makes those moments those
moments. The reason they are wonderful are because they are saved and
experienced in their own due time.