But He didn't

I have found that my own life has seasons and cycles. Some are small and so don't really look like a season or much of a cycle. A day, week, month etc. When the weather changes I turn the heater on and try for 72 degrees. When it gets hot out I turn the AC on and battle for 72 degrees.

For recorded history we as a race have battled and lost to some degree this fight but now I can in theory stay in my house, have food delivered, only have friends online and in effect win the battle. I can flip a switch and turn lights on and off to ignore night and day.

A few years ago I was on a family trip and part of that trip had us staying overnight at a place called Massacre Rock State Park. There are no cities near this place so at night it's really really dark and the sky is filled with stars. It was summer and even though we were right next to a fire my oldest and I could look into the sky and see the most amazing clusters of stars; we saw a shooting star too and even though it's been over twenty years I still remember seeing it and us looking at each other and saying how cool that was that we both got to see it at the same time.

I think that the seasons were optional in God's design. He could have made the earth to be evenly heated and no wobble for the season. He could have made it so that we didn't make a long trip around the sun. He could have made it so that the earth faced the sun always the same way so that we had no night or just lit it in a completely different manner.

But He didn't. He decided to have season.

The season of a day, week, month, year, new born, toddler, adolescence, puberty, our teens, twenties, thirties, and on and on.

There are things that seem to typify all of these times and we may think that it won't happen to us but it seems to.

I feel like I am supposed to have a point beyond just making these observations but I don't really. I have more a question.

How can I embrace the seasons more? Assuming that I was designed to live forever what is the value of grey hair, wrinkles etc? They are so obvious and affect us so much that there must be a purpose and I feel like it's staring me in the face but I cannot quite get it.

I think I have another 34 summers before I die. I feel that my dad has less than 5. I am counting each one.

What do you think is the purpose of the day, the four seasons, the year, the teens, the midlife, grey hair and wrinkles?