A New Season
The leaves on the Japanese Maple outside my office twitched under the falling raindrops. I pulled on a sweatshirt and peered through the mini-blinds. It sure doesn’t look like May, I thought. A thick grey veil lay across the sky threatening a full day of rain.
I didn’t mind. No rush for summer to arrive. Summer meant change.
And change is difficult. It makes me melancholy. Irritable. And this year, the changes are going to be big: my daughter will graduate from high school, spread her wings, and fly off on her own; my parents will be forced to swallow a higher dose of the grief that age and illness have prescribed; a friend pinned by unexpected pain will face an uncertain future; and this year all my sisters moved out of state, our once close family—in proximity as well as friendship—now drifting, sibling by sibling into different orbits.
I raised the mini blinds, plopped into my chair, and reached for my Bible, but sadness hung on me like the wet leaves on the tree outside the window and I left the Bible unopened on my lap. Drip, drip, drip. Rainwater crept through a crack in the gutter, and my tears fell with the rhythm of the rain.
I sat there steeped in misery for some time before I reached for a tissue and prayed, Lord, I don’t like this season of life. How do I cope with these painful changes and maintain any equilibrium or optimism?
The leaves shuddered under a sudden gust of wind and the clouds broke loose, but I didn’t see them. Or the rain. Just the interior of my brain as a melancholy muse peddled around a solitary track in my mind. Lord, please show me how to navigate this season with hope and grace.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
Steady in the Storm
As the clouds slipped silently past, a patch of blue sky peeked through the Maple tree’s dripping branches, then ducked out of sight.
I blinked and strained forward, searching the sky for more bits of blue, but a coalition of clouds spread out and rolled en masse past the window. Finally, I sat back. No matter. I had seen it and I had heard God speak to my heart, “Today’s view may be all clouds and drooping leaves, but take heart, I am the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow and there are blue skies ahead!”Today's view may be all clouds and drooping leaves, but take heart, I am the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow and there are blue skies ahead! Click To Tweet
- Like the eternal joy of seeing my daughter launch into adulthood and live the life God has planned for her.
- Like the eternal joy of spending more time with my parents as I care for them.
- Like the hope of redemption for a hurting friend.
- Like the heightened joy of a visit from an out of town sister.
Perhaps you too, are in a painful season of transition. Take heart, though it may feel like your world is crumbling, God doesn’t change. Not ever. So anchor your heart in His. And when the thunderclouds gather and the rain falls? Remember: There are blue skies ahead!
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19
What has helped you through difficult seasons in your life?
For further encouragement: Psalm 46:1-11, Heb 13:8, Malachi 3:6, Numbers 23:19