I have taken to acknowledging the shortest day and the longest day of the year in recent trips around the sun. I do appreciate the bittersweet notion that as we embark on the coldest days of the year, the days slowly but surely begin to grow longer as if to promise that spring will be here before long.
In a different way, I appreciate the bittersweet notion that as we embark on the warmest days of the year, the days slowly but surely begin to grow shorter as if to remind us that autumn is on its way.
There’s a poetry and a symmetry to the four seasons. It’s really all one needs to accept the existence of God. This universe has a design, suggesting a higher power, a designer, a Creator.
You are welcome to believe it’s all random. As for me, I believe the heavens declare the glory of God.
