I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I'd already written a post specifically about seasons. Whaddya know? I did. Back in 2011. Here it is.
This must, must be a part of living longer than 22 years. An occupational hazard, if you will. But I'm realizing that life cycles back to themes more often than I thought possible. And maybe since I'm not elbow-deep in diapers and working on a marriage going into its fifth year, I have more time to think about such things.
The times that I had an "ah-ha" moment about six years ago - guess what? I'm still learning it. Maybe this time, it's the 2.0 version. It's the digging-to-a-deeper-level version. Maybe that first time, I was getting the tutorial and now I'm moving into the 2nd part of the lesson.
So, seasons. Yes, seasons. Not only literal ones, but the ones that create little sign posts in our lives. It's been a particularly hard season the last couple years. Good things happened too (very, very good), but also difficult things happened.
I feel as though I've gotten hard news and situations swirling around me the last few weeks. I'm swimming in it and I think the tide will pull me under. Then, good news. I received happy, exciting news about something good happening in a friend's life and there it is - a small sliver of hope in the midst of the weighty reality of a broken world.
Life moves on and changes. My sure footing may change, but I move with it. I collect wisdom and relish the truth of God's love and grace along the way. He is my sure footing. He is my strong tower. I try to look forward because friends, the best is always yet to come.
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