As I recline within my chair and sip tea I am brought to a place inside my mind of contentedness. The sun shines, the neighbors are out washing their cars and I can hear my kids playing. It’s still and warm. Quiet but not too quiet – the birds provide the ambiance in the gaps. It’s a season of happiness which feels weird to admit. And it will be enjoyed as such – yet I suspect it will be rapid and before long the next set of challenges will test our family. Life will stretch us, burn us, bruise us… and spring shall come again.
Life described as ‘seasons’ is a tiresome old metaphor if I am at all honest. The horse is dead and buried with this one but we strike the ground over which it lay to see what good it brings. The problem we have though is that seasonal times of good or bad resonate with us on such a truth filled level. When it’s summer the atmosphere among even strangers is friendlier. Autumn paints the world in new colors, refreshing the mind. Winter is notably harsh and hard going. I believe it trains us to be stronger, tougher, more resilient and to relish the warmth of good moments by a fire or hot coffee. Spring comes and life sprouts up from the ground, leaves are brighter and birds sing a little louder. Life is so much like this and nobody knows when the next season starts.
A rapid season is only observed through the lens of hindsight. I can think back to times of failing grades, unsuccessful job applications and general identity turmoil which I would of wished went by more rapid, but seemed to drag.
Who am I?
I don’t deserve to attempt this.
What if this thing doesn’t happen?…
What if this other thing happens?
How come I can’t move forward?
Then I can also think back to times when all the way down one of ‘lives roads’ the traffic lights went all green. The journey still needed to be clutched into action as I wasn’t involuntarily moving that direction but I was carried by some sort of mysterious blessing.
In earlier weeks the question was asked to our readers how long seasons last for in life. The good, the bad, the middle ground and we got some interesting opinions.
“Think that’s the beauty/pain of a season. You don’t get to know or chose the time frame. You just have to wait til the leaves fall. Or the shoots spring. And know that God is the Gardener”
Seasons can be a mixture of good and bad. We can think of times of grieving as sad and bad seasons but also of good because you cling to those you have left, lean on your faith more, see God given strength in action to get through the days. Later see how the season of green slowly changes as the initial hurt fades. It can return at any time unannounced though, triggered by a memory, or action etc.
“I think for quite a few people good seasons can come for short bursts periodically”
The collective response is ‘depends’. Just like we may expect an earthly season to begin by a certain time of year, we don’t actually have perfect foresight of that knowledge. Some conditions come early and many come late. But they do come.
The best we can do is be prepared ‘in’ and ‘out’ of season for whatever lies ahead. It means doing work now to rest later. It might mean being up early before the rest to get ahead. It might mean being up late. You may need to lean on your connections for more support through difficult circumstances and seek wisdom. It could mean having a journal to note the good times now, to read back to yourself during the days of dim. And at the end of each journal this is what you will write…
“This is a rapid season, spring shall again come…”