Lord of seasons,
You commanded Israel to remember,
to mark time with worship,
to crown the year with feasts.
Trumpets would sound,
atonement would humble,
booths would shelter,
and every day of celebration
was filled with sacrifice.
The calendar itself was an altar,
a rhythm that said,
“All life belongs to the Lord.”
O God, teach me to number my days like this.
Let my time not slip away unnoticed,
nor be consumed by self.
Sanctify my seasons.
Make the turning of each month,
the cycle of each year,
an opportunity to remember You,
to celebrate grace,
to live in holy rhythm.
The offerings were many
bulls, rams, lambs, goats,
each day of the feast more than the last,
a cascade of sacrifice,
an overflowing of devotion.
You are worthy, Lord,
of abundance,
of extravagance,
of more than enough.
Forgive me for the smallness of my offering,
the stinginess of my heart.
Teach me to give not sparingly,
but gladly,
for You gave without measure,
even Your only Son.
At the feast of trumpets,
Your people gathered to remember.
At the day of atonement,
they bowed in humility.
At the feast of booths,
they dwelt in tents,
recalling their wilderness journey.
Lord, let these holy days
echo in my life.
Give me trumpet days,
when I sound Your praise without fear.
Give me atonement days,
when I humble myself at the cross.
Give me booth days,
when I remember that I am a pilgrim,
a traveler heading home to You.
Father, all of this pointed forward,
all of it found its “Yes” in Christ.
He is the trumpet call of salvation,
the atonement for my sin,
the dwelling of God with man.
He is my feast,
my joy,
my shelter,
my song.
So let every season I live
be lived in Him.
So here I am, Lord
a life marked by time,
but offered to the timeless One.
Receive my days as worship,
my seasons as sacrifice,
my years as testimony.
And let my life proclaim
the appointed time has come,
the true feast has begun,
Christ is Lord forever.
In His name I pray,
Amen.