Charlie and I talk a lot about seasons of life. It probably comes from the age we’re at. We have enough life experience to look back and see the seasons that came before this one. Those times when it felt like things would never change, like when the kids were little. I never thought I’d leave diapers behind, and here I am, seven years beyond my diaper bag days. Instead of a life sentence, early childhood was a season. My early career as an administrative assistant was a season. The hard road we walked early in our marriage was a season.

And now, the move away from our house in the country to a place on the lake is because of another season. The kids are 13, 11, and 8 now. In only five years, our oldest will be starting his senior year of high school. In only fifteen years, our youngest will graduate from college. Suddenly we feel a sense of urgency: our time with the kids is limited. What we need in this season is less property to maintain and more opportunities to have fun together.

Another season overlaps this one: a season of too-good-to-be-true. We own a house on a lake! This blessing is not something we’ve earned. We don’t deserve it, and we know circumstances could change on a dime. But RIGHT NOW, in this moment, we’re in a season of blessing. And I can’t take that for granted. I am so thankful for the gifts we’re receiving, and I want to use them to do God’s will and bring glory to him.

Learning about seasons has been good for me. Now I know the meaning of “this, too, shall pass,” because EVERYTHING does “pass.” No hardship lasts forever, and no blessing should be considered permanent. I’m living in the moment, seeking to make the right choices for TODAY. And trying to stay grateful for where I am.

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