For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NLT
I love summer and every gift it brings. Warm sunshine, gentle breezes, fireflies and butterflies, and the smell of fresh cut grass. Open windows at night and moonlight beams across the room. Thunder storms and the sweet smell of summer rain. The buzz of bees and blooming flowers. Fresh blackberries and peaches. The Farmer’s Market with all it’s wares. Children’s laughter all around.
Summer is my favorite season.
But as I have come to this season of life, I realize I’m so preoccupied with dreading winter and counting down summer days, I’m no longer present in this, my favorite season.
And I’m missing the gift. The gift of God’s summer kisses against my face. I’m missing my favorite season and every precious thing I love about it.
The seasons of life are much the same as the seasons marked by changes in weather and hours of daylight. Seasons of life come and go as summer fades into fall and winters bloom into spring.
There are seasons of loss and grief, marital problems, difficulties with children, financial loss, the empty nest, health problems, a location or career change, and so many other things that takes our life and turns it completely in the opposite direction we were going.
We can be in a season that is our own making due to our own choices or, I believe, sometimes God places us in a season. Maybe there are seasons of life you may even feel He has thrown you into without choice.
So how do we handle these unsolicited, abrupt changes in our seasons?
Oh I’d love to say I always handle them with grace and dignity, but I have to confess, I often go into them kicking and screaming, throwing what I like to call a “holy temper tantrum” before The Lord.
Like a petulant child who has worn himself out after a temper tantrum, I realize, the only thing to do is crawl up on my Father’s lap and rest. To be quiet, to be still, to just be, and allow Him to be my Comforter and Provider.
El Elyon…God Most High.
To be present in the moment, in the season God has placed me in, in His presence.
Whatever your season today, whether it be gathering stones or throwing them, grieving or dancing, or a season of quiet, I pray that you too will crawl up on the lap of your Abba Father and allow Him to comfort and soothe you.
To be present in the moment. To not miss a single gift He has to offer you, whether you are crying or laughing.
Graced by God