For every season turns, turns, turns.

God must have really known what He was doing when He made life visibly change. One day you’re walking outside in shorts, and the next morning you need a coat just to get the mail. The air shifts. The sky shifts. We shift.

I’ve always thought that was His way of reminding us that nothing stays the same forever — not the weather, not our circumstances, not even the people around us.

If fifty years of living has taught me anything, it’s to dress in layers. Not just for winter… but for life. Put on more than you think you’ll need, because you can always take something off — pride, expectations, assumptions, old stories you’ve told yourself. Life gives you the chance to shed what isn’t serving you anymore.

And then there’s that old saying: “If you don’t like the weather, wait a little while.” Turns out that applies to more than just rainstorms.

People change like seasons. Relationships warm and cool. Conversations shift like wind patterns. Even our own hearts go through their summers and winters —times we’re blooming and times we’re barely holding on.

Some seasons ask us to grow. Some ask us to rest. Some require patience. Some require faith.

And sometimes, the people we love get caught in a season we can’t change for them. A season they have to walk through themselves. But just like winter doesn’t last forever… neither do these hard stretches. God built everything with a rhythm — and that includes us.

Maybe that’s the comfort hidden inside the cold: Nothing stays the same. Nothing is permanent. Not the frost. Not the silence. Not the distance. Not the ache.

There’s always another season coming. Always another sunrise. Always another chance to breathe the air differently.

If you’re in a hard season right now, give yourself permission just to stand in it. Layer up if you need to. Wait a bit. Because the wind will shift. It always does.