To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
When we were in Kansas a couple of weeks ago, I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of trees in the area. I had always envisioned Kansas to be flat prairie land.
Ever since living in Germany many years ago, I have longed to live somewhere with four seasons. I am hoping that by the time we arrive back in Kansas, the leaves will begin to change into the bright oranges and reds that I so miss.
It makes it so much easier to accept change when it is wrapped in such beauty and splendor.
I am reminded of the changes in my own life. How much more I look forward to changing seasons when I anticipate the blessings of the new season rather than focusing on the loss of the latter season.
Since Cooper was born, I have been having pain in my lower abdomen. I have been putting off a trip to the doctor mostly because I don’t want to hear the allopathic solution to almost all women’s health issues — hysterectomy. I would rather keep as many body parts as I possibly can for as long as I possibly can.
This has caused me to realize a few things though.
One, I am not getting younger. For the most part, I am thrilled with this realization. I have no desire at all to return to my youth and the follies it entailed.
However, realizing I am getting older means I may be beginning a new season in my life. And I just don’t know if I am ready for that yet.
For the last 10 years, my husband and I have allowed the Lord to bless us with the children He desired us to have, without intervention from us. In making that decision, I honestly thought I would end up having children until I was well into my 40s. I was sure I would end up with 10-12 kids.
In the last 10 years, the Lord has blessed us with 4 children on earth and one in heaven. I am not saying that I am disappointed in any way, just surprised.
I guess we all have hopes and dreams for our lives and deep down inside we tell ourselves that “someday” they will happen. Like living on a farm. I have always wanted to raise my kids on a farm. I have always known that “someday”, Lord willing, we would get a chance to own a farm.
But realizing your seasons are changing is also realizing that your hopes and dreams may not come to fruition. They too will have to change with the season.
Second realization, my children are getting older. We all comment on how fast they grow up, and they do. But then it hits you, they are grown up.
My oldest daughter will be 18 in less than a year now. And while I look forward with rejoicing to the new season in her life, I can’t help but miss the season she is leaving behind.
The season of club houses, Tamagotchis, and piano recitals is quickly fading as I look forward to a growing friendship with my adult daughter.
Final thought…there are some parts of our lives that carry over into several seasons. Then there are other things that the Lord has ordained for specific seasons.
This has been an especially important realization for me as I sometimes lament the fact that I can’t get all the things done I would like to get done.
Right now I have several young children, including a nursing baby. This season of young children and nursing babies is such a short season and I only have a short window of opportunity to experience it.
There will be time to quilt, and make soap, and write, and work when the kids are all grown. But never again will I get the chance to kiss booboos, braid pigtails, and hold this baby to my breast. This is the season that the Lord has purposed for me and I need to see the beauty in this season before it is over.
Don’t forget to visit the other High Five Moms this week!
Andie @ Happy Andersons
Stacy @ A Delightful Home
Brandy @ The Marathon Mom
Keri Mae @ The Happy Home