To everything there is a Season

Living in the Midwest, we are blessed with the changing of seasons. Seasons mean change: Change in weather, change in clothes, and changes in the food we eat. I do like change. But then, we are all different. Art Girl is always talking about the next season when we just got started in the one we are in. “Mom, I can’t wait for the first snow”--this comes out of her on the first day of summer. As the first snow falls, I hear: “Oh for it to be summer and spending time on the deck!” Then there is number one son, who detests change. I can remember the summer he was 5. He wore long pants and a coat all summer. Nothing we said would convince him that this was not the season for a winter coat.
As mentioned before, I like change. There is this deep-seated need in me to move the furniture in the living room at least every 6 months. In our old house I was known to change the whole purpose of a room. This drives my family crazy. Over the years I have learned to share with them that change is coming. They always think this is a sudden idea on my part. They feel as if the rug has been pulled from underneath them, while all I am doing is moving it to the other room. The truth is I have been planning it for a longtime. But once the idea is formulated and I know what I am going to do, I have to get them on my “bandwagon.” Having a daughter with Asperger’s and a son who is right on the edge of it makes this a job in and of itself. They like sameness, routine. To make a change is for them a change in season--the difference between summer and winter. It feels radical to them.
I am in a long season. I am tired of this season. Someone might look at my life and think: “Well. . . you just went back to college, you are teaching a Bible study, you home school your children, you are passionately loved by your husband, blessed by good friends… What more do you want?”
To be doing what God has created us for.
We know that we have been called into fulltime ministry. God has placed that dream in our hearts.It is there so deep that there are times it actually groans for the desire of it to be fulfilled. We live for the day when this will become a reality. Until that time we prepare, and wait.
The last few weeks have been especially hard. I don’t know why. Thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I know in my heart that My Man and I have been preparing for this…forever. It was the reason why we were created. Yet we wait.
There are several reasons why we are still in this season. God has a plan and He is getting everything in order. Just like my planning to change my living room, He has been thinking about this for a long time. He has shared His vision with us. He has been putting in us a heart for His people and a desire for them to become all they can be. Not what they can be for us, but how we can be used to help them to become what God intended them to be. He is changing us into the likeness of His Son and to have His motivations.
I need to remember that this season is not just about me. That God is moving things around, rearranging, and not just in our home. Once he is done, though, it will be just the way He wanted and it will be beautiful. Just right…and I will be amazed at what He has done.
Be Blessed