Tis’ the Season

Tis’ the season. The leaves are turning yellow and falling to the ground. Everything is filled with pumpkin spice and cinnamon. The temperature gets colder and the nights get shorter. 

Change

Seasons come and go here in Canada. They don’t ask; they simply happen. They each have their own beauty (and certainly their downfalls). There is no definite time that one transitions to the other. Seasons are simply out of our control.

What a metaphor for the seasons we have in life. We all go through them. Whether they are short (much like spring and fall) or seem to drag on forever (oh hey, winter). Some seasons are full of joy and sunshine; others are glum and lackluster. Although we prefer certain seasons to others, each has its purpose. In terms of weather, as dreadful as winter may be, it is a period of rest for nature to be dormant and prepare for the season of growing again. It also provides moisture from snow to revitalize the ground when the spring sun melts it into the depths of the earth. I believe the seasons in our life have purpose too.

When I reflect back on my life, the really difficult moments (or months, or years) felt like the season of winter. Those seasons were really hard to go through. I would often resist it, and wish for it to pass. Thankfully, we can look at life in reverse, and I see now that those moments, months, years, were purposefully preparing me for the season when things begin to have life again and the seeds we have planted begin to grow. 

The most difficult part of being in the midst of those hard seasons is not knowing when it is going to end. But surely, you can have hope! Spring always comes! Maybe not when you expect it, but its promise holds true! 

Whatever season you may find yourself in, be fully there. So easy to say, but so hard to do. But as I said, seasons are out of our control, so you might as well try to find the good that will come out of it (as much as I don’t like the harsh cold of winter, it is a season of slowing down, and spending more time with my boys- the bestest ❤ )

“With every dark night comes a glorious morning of a new day” – Sunday Adelaja

I’m praying for you and sending you hugs through the computer screen! 

  • Jess 🙂

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