God of Summer

READ: RUTH 2:12; PSALMS 46:1; 57:1

In the summer, she knew God.

Basking under burning sunrises, she knew His warmth. Dreaming in fields of wildflowers, she knew His freedom. Walking through forests while sunlight danced around her, she knew His joy.

She reveled in her God of summer, who breathed life from His lungs and bled beauty from His veins.

But autumn came, and she could not find Him. Leaves burned bright as fire, just to curl and shrivel into heaps on the forest floor. Wildflowers blew away like memories on the wind. The grass stopped growing.

She walked through colorless fields, brown leaves catching at her ankles as she looked for the God she’d known.

When black clouds formed over distant treetops and an icy wind howled, fear filled her. She ran alone through forests and fields that now felt foreign to her.

But she could not outrun the storm. The clouds surrounded her like a trap. Exhausted and shaking, she curled between the roots of a tree as snow fell like blindness around her.

Where are you? She asked her God of summer.

Branches above her cracked and snapped like thunder. She looked up to see the shadow of a huge bird descending toward her through the trees. She cowered, covering her eyes.

When nothing happened, she opened them again. A great bird stood before her, staring at her with fathomless black eyes. It opened its beak and cawed into the swirling snow.

God of summer, she said, recognizing His voice, come to save me from the cold.

But as she reached out to Him, He shook His head. He hadn’t come to carry her away. Winter was coming, and there was no escape.

Hopelessness blurred her vision, and she turned away from the great bird. With the last of her strength, she tried to run again. But her foot caught on a root, and she fell.

She lay there, staring up at the bare branches reaching endlessly toward the sky and the snow falling all around her. But when she turned her head, the great bird still stood there, wings outstretched toward her.

He looked at her, and she at Him, till finally she went to Him and curled up under the blanket of His wings. The storm howled like wolves as day slowly turned to night. But she stayed safe and warm, wrapped in the arms of her God.

When the storm finally ended, she crawled out from under His wings. All around her the world stood cold and barren, buried beneath piles of snow.

But the great bird still stood beside her, tall and unmoving. And she realized that He had been there for her all along, just waiting for her to call to Him. Now, as He cawed into the rising sun, she found she was not afraid anymore. He may not save her from the coming storms, but He would stay with her through them, for her God of summer was the God of winter too. • Margaret Bellers

• Today’s allegorical story echoes the heart of Jesus. In Matthew 23:37, He said He longs to gather us beneath His wings as a mother hen protects her chicks. Throughout the psalms, we find similar verses that all point ahead to Jesus. Because He died on the cross and rose from the grave to save us, we can rest in His promises to be with us through everything, and to one day make all things new. Then fear and suffering will be gone forever. (Matthew 28:20; Revelation 21:1-5)

• Think back to a season in your life that was difficult for you. What were some ways God showed up for you during that time? Were there any ways He reminded you of His presence, comforted you, or gave you hope? Consider taking a moment to thank Him for this.

• As summer fades to winter, what are some changes in your life that you find yourself dreading? How could knowing that God will be present during those ti...