I love photographing sunsets. Since living on the Gulf Coast of Florida, I have been able to get out and catch a lot beautiful sunsets. I love sunrises as well, but if I chose a favorite to photograph between the two, it would be photographing sunsets.
Today is January 1, 2016. Today isn’t any different than yesterday, yet we celebrate the start of a new year with anticipation, wondering what this next 365 days will bring. Many make resolutions, and set goals for themselves, while others think it’s a useless thing to do. For some it’s an opportunity to start afresh, and focus on making life changes. But really, one day runs into another day, and the cycle of life continues, until that life cycle ends. If we all try to live every day as though it is the first day of a new year, then maybe our lives will have better quality of life.
I have a devotional I cherish titled, “Streams in the Desert”, and every January 1st I read the entry. A portion of it says, “Today, dear friends, we stand upon the verge of the unknown. There lies before us the new year and we are going forth to possess it. Who can tell what we shall find? What new experiences, what changes shall come, what new needs shall arise? ”
None of us knows what lies before us in the days to come. Will there be days of joy and happiness? I hope so! Will there be moments of sorrow and heartache? Discouragements? Sadness? We don’t know. But the secret is to learn to trust the almighty God with every area of our lives, every single day in everything that comes our way. To fully submit ourselves to our Creator, holding nothing back. To learn to walk in the direction He wants us to go, to know His plan for our lives, and know what to do to fulfill it.
I have found that there is NOTHING in this life that can fulfill me like an intimate relationship with my God. Nothing. I feel so sorry for those who never develop that kind of relationship with their Maker. Knowing Jesus Christ, who He is, what he stands for, is the ultimate fulfillment in life.
Therefore, living this kind of life is like living new years day everyday. I am always trying to better myself, set new goals, and focus on improvement. It is consistent throughout the whole year. Why? Because of HIM. Because I know HIM. Therefore, I want to please Him more than anyone in this life. And, knowing that in spite of all my failures and imperfections, He still loves me with unconditional love. And He continues to extend His Mercy no matter how many times I fail. What could be better than all this? Nothing in this life. Nothing. Let’s live every day as though it is a New Year’s Day. Let’s live it for Him.
I walked by that tree in the springtime, when it was bursting forth with tiny buds, ready to break open at any time. Then I watched as the Spring rains came, feeding its roots as the buds gently began to open, displaying its leaves. Nurtured by sunshine, day by day, the tree flourished and grew.
By summer, it was in full display with freshly unfolded emerald-green leaves swaying back and forth, glistening with the sunshine’s warmth. Through the rainy, stormy days it stood strong, as the pressing winds beat against its boughs. Even the summer heat did not weaken this majestic form, as it continued to grow.
But then, as one season transforms into another, more changes became visible. The leaves began to display a mix of colors. Bright yellow, vibrant orange, and rusty-red, with touches of brown in place of green. Yes, another season had arrived. Fall time, also called Autumn, which happens to be the favorite season of many here in the Midwest, transforms into a time of glorious splendor and beauty. God the Creator, takes His palette of colors, and with His brush of broad strokes, paints Himself a masterpiece for all to see. What breathtaking beauty and splendor!
But in time, as the air changes, with colder gusts of winds that start whipping the leaves around into spiral swirls, they break loose from their secure place, floating down to the hard, cold, ground. Once displayed in glorious wonder – they now lay still, turning brittle and brown, only to be trampled upon. Winter has arrived.
This once flourishing tree, with vibrant green leaves that evolved into colors of splendor, again has a change in appearance. The branches turn gray and brittle, and would snap easily in the harsh, cold wind. It looks lonely and barren. And as the brutal winter winds continue to beat against the tree, one would wonder, ‘how could this tree survive until Spring?’
Drastic transformation in just a few months time. But somehow, when the harsh winter has ended, the cycle begins all over again. And that tree that looked hopelessly barren, begins to take on another form again. The tree, that seemed to be in its dormant stage of life, never stopped growing. Only to the human eye during winter season did it look lifeless.
But God had His eye upon that tree all the time. Through the Spring, He nourished it with gentle sun and rain, and watered its roots enough to endure the brutal heat of Summer. Through the harsh, brutally cold season, covered in ice and snow, He took it through Winter, preparing it once again for a brand new Spring. And so the cycle goes.
Isn’t that how our lives are at times? In Ecclesiastes the third chapter, we read that for everything under the heaven there is a time and purpose. A time – a season. A purpose – a reason. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to weep and a time to laugh. A time to mourn and a time to dance.
Unfortunately, there are seasons that you and I would rather never, ever go through. We all want to laugh our way through life, and never have moments of sadness. Of course we do! We all want to be happy all the time. And we are thankful for those seasons of happiness and prosperity. But life isn’t always going to be that way. There will also be seasons of struggle, discouragement, and heartache. Just as the winter tree looked lonely and barren without its beautiful display of colored leaves, you and I will have our times of loneliness, and moments of emptiness and despair.
But remember – you are passing through the Season.
When we fully trust God through every season of our lives, He will comfort us in sorrow and grief, fill us with joy when we need it, and strengthen us as we grow spiritually day by day, regardless of what season we happen to be in at the time.
Look to Him. He is the Creator of all things. He is the Author and Finisher of not just our faith, but of all the seasons that we walk through in this life.
I believe that nothing we go through is ever wasted in God. There are times it just doesn’t make sense to us, and we question why. But there is a purpose, whether it is to increase our faith and teach us to trust Him, reveal something to us about ourselves that we need to know or see, or just simply to show us His glory and greatness – so we can minister and be a witness to others.
Just as God takes the barren winter tree, and majestically transforms it once again in the season of springtime, He can do the same for you and me, as we rest in Him with His peace and comfort, trusting Him through all the seasons of our lives.
Vizcaya Museum, Miami Florida
I had wanted to visit this museum for at least 15 – 16 years. I lived in South Florida for eight years and was told that Vizcaya was a beautiful place to visit, but like so many Floridians who live there, did not get around to making a visit. I no longer live there, but every time I visit my son who does live there, I try to plan at least one sight seeing venture, so this last time I visited Vizcaya in Miami, to do what I love to do – take photographs. Unfortunately, no photographs can be taken inside the mansion. Too bad, because of the amazing furnishings of tapestry, marble, numerous hand carved statues, and imported fabrics and custom made furniture that one rarely sees anymore.
Following is some information about Vizcaya, and you can visit the website for more information if interested in touring at www.vizcayamuseumandgardens.org.
International Harvester Vice President James Deering was not unusual in building a Florida winter home in the early 1900s. Like many “snowbirds” today, he was attracted to the warm weather and hoped it would improve his health. Deering’s choice of Miami—rather than the more established Palm Beach—was, however, uncommon and based in part on the fact that his father had already built a house in Coconut Grove.
Deering was also unusual among his wealthy peers in hiring not an established, architecture firm but, instead, three young and relatively inexperienced men to design his estate: Paul Chalfin provided artistic oversight, Francis Burrall Hoffman, Jr. brought professional knowledge of architecture, and Diego Suarez provided landscape architecture expertise. Together these men created a unique subtropical estate.
The planning and construction of Vizcaya lasted over a decade, from 1910 to 1922. Deering modeled his estate after a centuries’-old Italian country villa. This involved the large-scale purchase of European antiques and the design of buildings and landscapes to accommodate them. At the same time, Deering a modern businessman, incorporated twentieth-century building methods and technologies at Vizcaya, and established agricultural facilities relevant to his background as a manufacturer of farm equipment.
Deering planned the estate slightly south of Miami’s historic (and current) downtown business district. Vizcaya originally consisted of 180 acres. The design included a reconfiguration of roads to create the strip of South Miami Avenue that bisects the estate. Deering would build the large Main House and the expansive gardens on the east, or waterfront side, of the property, while reserving the western portion for the Village to house staff, grow crops, keep animals and otherwise support his lifestyle.
The past few weeks I thought of these Biblical scriptures with deep thought. And, as thoughts go, one leads to another, and another, going deeper in perception, and sometimes imagination. It seems only fitting that I would write this on Mother’s Day.
“Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother…When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son. Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother. And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.” John 19:25-27
I pictured in my mind one of the most horrific scenes known to mankind: Jesus hanging on a rugged, blood stained cross; his body covered with dirt, sweat, and blood, with open gaping wounds across his beaten back. At the foot of the cross gazing up at this painfully excruciating sight, was Mary, his mother. I tried to imagine the grief this woman must have been experiencing at that time. I am a mother. I understand the emotions that run through a mother’s mind, heart, and spirit when her child is hurting. But I have never experienced Mary’s type of grief. I have never seen my child nailed to a cross left to die.
Then I thought of a mother’s travail. A mother’s travail, is there anything like it? Oh, how Mary must have travailed through her grief and agonizing pain, with feelings of helplessness, only wishing that she could take her son’s place on the cross. Any mother who loves her child never wants to see that child suffer, and would sacrifice herself to be able to remove her child’s suffering.
I then thought of Hannah. Hannah also travailed, yet she was without child. She was barren, and begged and pleaded with God to make her womb fruitful, and bless her with a son. She prayed with such desperation of mind and spirit that she could no longer speak. She emptied herself before God, and with determination, refused to give up until God granted her desire. She prevailed, and was blessed with a son. She became a mother.
Then I thought of Zion. The church. The spiritual mother. “For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first-born child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth forth her hands, saying, Woe is me now!” Jer. 4:31. “Who hath heard such a thing? Who hath seen such things? Shall the earth be made to bring forth in one day? or shall a nation be born at once? For as soon as Zion travailed, she brought forth her children.” Isa. 66:8
What is travail? Webster’s definition: 1) agony, torment, labor 2) work especially of a painful or laborious nature 3) physical or mental exertion, task, effort
How many ever pray with travail? How many labor in prayer as a woman labors in giving birth to a child? For those of us who have labored in childbirth, we know what this means. The agony and pain accompanied with moaning, and often tears, and extreme physical exhaustion. The anticipation of birthing something miraculous. Have you ever prayed that way?
One of my favorite passages in the Bible is found in the book of Romans, chapter eight verses 26 and 27:
“Likewise the Spirit (indwelling Spirit of God) also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.” The Spirit of God prays through us exactly what His will is. Many things are “birthed” through travail and intercessory prayer. When we pray like this, the miraculous happens. People are healed, broken marriages are mended, families are restored, the chains of drug and alcohol addiction are broken, and people become hungry for God.
Where are the Intercessors? Where are the ones who are willing to labor in the Spirit and allow God to move in miraculous ways? Mother must not be barren! Mother (Zion) must travail and bring forth her children! There is nothing quite like the travail of Mother. It’s the kind of prayer that will bring forth the miraculous!