I thought I’d allow those of you who live in the heat right now to dream a little–for me it’s more of a nightmare, but perhaps last winter was an isolated event. Still, we haven’t used our air conditioner much this summer in the Frozen North.

I hope you enjoy and can identify with Mel doing a face plant in a wall of snow that blocked one of the four paved roads out of this place–this was in May–or was that early June? It was too recent.

The plows finally managed to knock down the wall that blocked our road, but three weeks ago, many snowbanks were still in evidence in those hills.

I know how hot it is for my friends all over the country–particularly in the southern states. I think Phoenix reached a high of 118 degrees Sunday. This is why we see so many fifth wheels and travel trailers in our area in the summer. But seasons change.

Seasons have always changed.

We are in a season right now that doesn’t feel as if it will ever change. And yet the Bible tells us in Ecclesiastes that in everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heavens. This past winter, I felt as if we would be imprisoned here in this town forever, but eventually the ice began to melt.

Then a week later, we discovered we had Covid 19. We felt as if we would never recover, but we did. Wherever we are in our lives–especially in the daunting and depressing situation we find outside our doors today–we may remind ourselves that this, too, is a season.

As Christians, we have hope for the future. Whatever is pressing on you, give it to God. Have faith that He sees, He knows, and He is still God. In control. Over all.