There is something that humans tend to appreciate about seasons. Many people like moving to the autumn season and watching the leaves change and fall. People often will question how I can live in Florida because they say I do not get to experience the seasons. I tell them that we have seasons down here. We have hurricane season. We have snowbird season. But seriously, we do enjoy seasons down here. We can feel the difference when autumn comes. We enjoy winters, not as a time of bone-stinging cold and shoveling driveways, but as a time to stand outside and feel a cool breeze contrasting the warmth of the sun on your face. But the idea of seasons also speaks to inevitability. We understand that one season must give way to the next season. It is never summer forever. Eventually summer breaks and autumn comes. It is never winter forever. Eventually even winter breaks and spring arrives. In fact, we are approaching a season of Thanksgiving right now, a wonderful holiday season that turns our eyes upward with grateful hearts. But whether we love a season or dislike a season, no season ever lasts. This is the picture we are to have in our minds as we come to Ecclesiastes 3. The third chapter of Ecclesiastes turns our attention to the idea of the seasons of life…