Living in South Carolina, I must start this post by saying, “Happy fall, y’all!” OCTOBER is finally here! Fall officially starts in September, of course, but it still doesn’t feel like fall until “October” displays its beautiful self across my home screen. The crisp air, colorful leaves, cozy scarves and sweatshirts, warm apple cider…breathe it in, ladies. Breathe it in!
Aren’t you thankful for seasons? We humans are so hard to please! Winter comes, and we’re thankful because it’s been SO hot. By the time the end of January comes, we are OVER IT…begging for spring. Then, on to summer. But summer gets old quickly because it’s scorchingly hot. So, onto fall we go. Is anybody with me? Just listen as the seasons come and go…everyone complains, it seems. Our lives tend to circulate like the ever-changing seasons. I can think of a few winters in my life. Those are times I look on and feel like I was in a desolate, snowy place. Cold, unheard, bitter, shivering, aching for relief. But, no fear. Spring came quickly after. The hope that a new spring bud brings to the icy heart is life-giving. A glimmer of something new, beautiful, redeemed. Then comes summer. Life seems like it’s going by without a hitch. There’s a “suntan toes, ticklin’ the sand” kinda feeling. Relaxed, a little unmotivated to work hard, and not a whole lot going on. But then it gets hot. You realize work still needs to be done, and you are finally OVER the heat. Alas, there’s fall. Fall is refreshing to me. The leaves are changing into vibrant colors that echo God’s details in creation. The breeze hits your face ever so gently to remind you to continue to move. Keep going. Winter just may be around the corner, but that’s ok. For now, you can feel the peaceful breeze brush across your rosy cheek and soak it in.
The seasons, like our lives, change often. So, how do we see God’s goodness even in the winter? How do we embrace the season we’re in?
I am in a season of young motherhood. My days blur together sometimes. Some days I feel like all I do is try to feed a picky toddler, clean him up, lay him down for a nap, then start all over again. The laundry is a never-ending cycle of bleh. The dishes continue to become dirty with every meal prepared. The dogs go outside, only to come back in with dirt, leaves, and yuck stuck to them to grace my freshly vacuumed floors. This season can seem dry, incessant, unimportant, and BLAH. But let me tell you, when I look for GOD in this season, it doesn’t seems so BLAH anymore. When I think of my time at home with Liam with thankfulness, my whole perspective changes. I was greatly encouraged by Priscilla Shirer last week in her Gideon study. She was talking about mundane tasks we do every day such as caring for a toddler, washing dishes, folding laundry, going to work, etc….
“Gideon’s story reveals that even your most mundane duty has a twinkle of the favor of God. For if He removed His blessings completely from you– taking away your home, your family, your work, your possessions– the need for many of your daily tasks would disappear. Don’t despise the very things that signify your seat under the umbrella of God’s goodness each day.”
We sit under the umbrella of God’s goodness every day. We are each walking through a season. Whether winter, spring, summer, or fall there is God’s goodness in them all. During some seasons it’s harder to see His goodness, but in those times, look for a glimmer of His goodness. Enjoy this day and the mundane tasks, no matter the season.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.”