Seasons of joy, seasons of sorrow, times when the Lord is so real it seems any activity you undertake is a spiritual experience.
Seasons of dryness, when things are so bleak that even a plateful of Sinai sand would be considered a feast! And are not these seasons from the hand of God? If so, what is His goal in the matter? He is taking you to that place where you can be a man for all seasons. Where seasons don’t faze you . . . no, not even the glorious ones. An old apostle said it so well to a young man, ‘Be ready in season, be ready out of season.’
We are all very subject to seasons; yet these seasons are there to eventually make us seasonless. There is only one way you are ever going to learn to triumph over all seasons, and that is to go through each and every season . . . many times. When you can reckon the sound of abundant rain and the hot blowing of a dry spell exactly the same, then you will be nearing the land of maturity.
Quoted from Celtic Daily Prayer (but originally from The Inward Journey by Gene Edwards)