Read Psalm 103:13-17
When I moved from Texas to Butte, Montana, everything was different. The spring air was cold, the jagged earth elevated, and we felt lonely in that historic mining valley. Unwanted, maybe. I’d swing on that blue swing set the yellow Red Ryder truck had brought all the way from Wichita Falls and look at the sky. If I focused only on the sky, I felt like I was back home.
Each time we’ve moved since, I have only to look up and feel at home.
The earth and everything in it is temporal. The sunshine, the seasons, the people, the items we tow behind us, the memories we keep, and the dreams we nurture. Even the autumnal changing of the leaves is a tangible lesson in the temporal nature of our existence.
Yet, the reliable changing of the seasons and the way the sun burns on through the centuries gives us a taste of constancy. Some things last longer than others. Some things outlast our own lives.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change (James 1:17).
Unlike our brief existence, our God is unchanging. Constant. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. It’s a complicated truth with which to grapple when our own little worlds can change instantaneously and often. The time noted at death or birth can alter our lives forever; nothing is the same anymore. Yet, the sun still shines longer each summer and the same songs play on the radio. Gifts handmade by loved ones bless us even after they’re gone.
Our blue swing set rusted and was tossed out years ago. Even my blue sky will one day pass away, but my God will remain unchanged forever. Praise Him for such a taste of eternity in the midst of the temporal.
Life Out Here 