On Tuesday, November 17th, our city, Spokane, Washington, experienced a huge windstorm such as we’ve never seen. Sitting in the dark and cold, unable to read, much less use the computer or even text too much as a result of the power outage, I had a lot of time to think, and I learned some powerful lessons from the crisis.
When you woke up this morning, was today simply the day after yesterday, and just a prelude to tomorrow? Or was this morning the beginning of a new chapter, the first page in a book called "The Rest of My Life"?
The bare trees become full of life, lustre and hope, only to fade and fall away, returning back to the earth, gone. Is there a purpose to these revolving seasons, or are we in a cycle of endless and meaningless repetition?