There is a Season for Everything
a mini-memoir of hope
Seasons come, and seasons go. Or, as I’ve heard my dad say throughout my lifetime, “After one time, is another.”
As I sit on the second floor of my home, I am at eye level with the clerestory window. This majestic window forms the frame for the picture that perfectly illustrates the winter season. The trees are bare, and patches of stubborn ice remain on the straw-colored lawn. The bears are in hibernation. The deer are momentarily hiding but will appear in the soft shadows of dusk for communal supper. Surprisingly, the squirrels remain relatively spritely for the weather. The sky is overcast, and the gust is as sharp as a honed knife. This picture that fills the frame of my window was once vibrant with playful wildlife and vivid hues of green, yellow, pink, blue, and orange. The once highly saturated image that almost looked surreal in seasons past has been filtered through a grey scale.
Life mirrors nature and the four seasons. Spring is the perfect backdrop for new beginnings—flowers bloom, the trees sprout new leaves, and the air has distinct notes that greet the olfactory senses with a warm hug. I suppose the smell of spring is likened to that of a newborn baby—a fresh, sweet scent that reaches the depths of their mother’s heart. Summer is primetime for growth and achievement. The sun reaches its peak position in the sky, the days are longer, and the pulsating beat of the city inspires action. Autumn is the season of transition and letting go. The trees and plants had a good run, providing joy to the people and sustaining the wildlife. But the time of transition has come. The trees must shed their leaves, and the vegetation must wither to make room for new beginnings in due season.
Winter is a time of preparation and hope. It represents a time of accepting the ending of what once was while knowing something new is on the horizon. Even when your physical eyes can not see it, your inner witness perceives it with great confidence and conviction. In what appears to be dormant, there is hope and expectancy. The new beginning is coming. After winter must come spring.
Like clockwork, we can expect winter, spring, autumn, and summer to take their rightful position in the calendar year and execute their role with great pride. In the same way, the seasons of our lives change, operating on a cycle even when we may not favor it. Like the trees have to give up their leaves, there comes a time when you have to release something: a friendship, a job opportunity, a relationship, a project you’ve poured your heart and soul into, a book that isn’t quite your speed. When they are freed from your clutches, your hand is available to receive what is meant for you in this season. The old leaves are replaced by new ones, and new flowers will sprout. The grey scale will be exchanged for vibrant hues again.
At this moment on this winter day, as I look out of the clerestory window of my second floor, a sliver of light peaks through the clouds. I am releasing all that belongs to seasons past and opening my door to the new beginnings waiting to find me ready.
Goodbye, old friend; we were good to each other in seasons past. The love is not lost, but our course has led us apart.
Hello new friend! You bring light to unchartered paths. Adventures await us.
Goodbye, old career. You’ve caused me to become comfortable in a place that no longer fortifies my soul.
Hello, creativity! You’ve painted the color back into my life. You’ve ignited the endless possibilities that eight-year-old me knew could exist.
Goodbye, old city. You once felt like a warm cup of chai by the fireplace. Now, with you, I feel like a stranger in my own home.
Hello, new city! You are a vibrant tapestry of endless possibilities, where every street feels like the start of something new!
Goodbye, old relationship. Everyone with eyes can see that you’re a good thing. Yet, the keen discernment in me recognizes that you are not MY good thing.
Hello, new relationship. You are the home that I have patiently been waiting for.
Oh, how far I’ve come. Endings were once like dandelion root. Its bitter taste lingered on my tongue. But now, it is the sweetest honey that heals my soul.
Goodbyes are not sad occasions. I rejoice when one door closes because I have made room for the right ones to open. . I invite you to read Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. You’ll see the various seasons of life in everyday life.
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