He Listens
As a child, I was convinced that there really weren’t any seasons. I drew this conclusion on some rather poignant observations. It didn’t matter to me what the calendar said for I knew there was a higher power contributing to the weather changes. Often, I would hear my grandmother say, “Oh it’s so hot. I really want some cooler weather.” My aunt would say, “Today is so bitter cold. I cannot wait until it gets warmer.” And then my mom would say, “I can’t wait for the cold weather. I really love the snow.” My own comment would be regarding the turning leaves. Where are the brilliant colors of the trees? My own theory evolved by listening to these complaints regarding the weather and God hearing everyone’s complaints from around the world. I believe God heard all these requests and says “Enough already! People of the Earth, if you want cold weather, then here it is!” (insert whatever the populous of that specific hemisphere was complaining about) What
