This will be the third September in a row that we enter into a huge life transition. Two years ago we took over as owners of a restaurant and one year ago we closed that restaurant.
This September the Lord is leading us to a project bigger than ourselves, bigger than we could ever accomplish or set out to do on our own. In three weeks, we will no longer have a steady income provided by the work of our hands, but we trust that God always pays for what He orders. This is exciting, wonderful, terrifying and beautiful. The Kingdom of God is forcefully advancing, and He wants us all to play a role in this movement.
When we allow ourselves to live seasonally, not just in the physical seasons, but also with the seasons of life, we begin to appreciate what each one has taught us and how it changes our perspective to look forward to what is next as well as appreciate where we came from.
Sometimes we come from a long, hard and dull winter and we’re left tired and restless. We can appreciate the newness that is springing forth in our hearts because we’ve been through the wilderness. Other times we’re worn out and tired from a nonstop summer season and are ready to cozy into a quiet autumn rest.
Seasonal living is a recognition that if we’re walking with the Lord, ALL the experiences we live through are significant. The negative experiences grow and shift us, and the joyful ones encourage and build us up.
The year we owned a restaurant was one of the most tumultuous and turbulent years we’ve ever experienced. There was much joy to be found, but it was coupled with a heavy dose of exhaustion, frustration and feeling a little like God has led us to a place that makes no sense.
When we closed there was a rehabilitation period that we went through as a family. We were disjointed and quite short with each other while living from a place of stress and exhaustion. It took time and energy to apply with our children and ourselves to relearn what our priorities are and how to love first.
Just today I realized that I am still readjusting. I’m learning to get back into routine tasks like walking to the woods on hard days, or good days, just any days. Getting outside as a family is good for all of us but was one of the first things I dropped during that hard season.
I parked myself near a patch of butterfly weed this morning and to watch the monarchs, the swallowtails, the cabbage moths and the bumblebees share this glorious plant. It was incredible and wonderful and reminded me of how much beauty God graced this world with.
We are created in His image and when we appreciate the beautiful butterflies, the stunning flowers of the field and the smells of a late summer walk we are communing with who God is. He is the most outrageous lover of beauty that ever has or will exist.
A few years ago during a hard parenting season, God spoke the phrase “steer the ships” to show me what raising many kids would look like.
I got an image of a fleet of old fashioned sailing ships in my mind, some are far ahead, some are a little behind, another might be off to the left or the right but they’re all headed in the same direction.
Sometimes one of us drifts off track, but God reminded me that my job as a parent isn’t to make them exactly like all the other ships but instead to make sure they keep traveling in the same direction as the rest of us.
God has made us wonderfully unique, but he has also formed us into a purposeful family. We are made to leave a legacy to our children and our grandchildren, and I think the best way to do that is to make sure we are all headed ever closer to the One who matters most.