Every Season

I've posted the words to my favorite song before.  It's all about embracing change.  When Richard and I went to  see Anna's marker in OKC it was cold and covered with snow.  The part of the song that kept going through my mind was, "Even now in death you open doors for life to enter.  You are winter."  When we got back to the car, I found the song on the ipod and played it.  We didn't make it to the gate before we were both sobbing.
A week later when we got back to Richmond I volunteered to go to the store to get milk.  When I got in the car, I turned on the radio and the first song that played was "Every Season".    The first time I heard that song was at a funeral, then I bought the CD, then we played it at Anna's funeral.   I have NEVER heard it on the radio.  Hearing it at that moment gave me the same feeling I had  when we were first in the hospital with Anna and I walked down to the playroom and found my favorite movie stuck on the shelf with a few beat up board books.   It's not a kids movie and it was made in the 1970's, but it was THERE.  I knew that God knew EXACTLY where I was.  He knows me!  He sees me!  He loves me and every now and then he reminds me by playing my favorite song at the end of a long day.


Every evening sky, an invitation
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer


And even when the trees have just surrendered
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and what's to come
You are autumn


And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter


And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring

(Every Season, by Nichole Nordeman)