I love this time of year when the leaves change and there is a crisp chill in the air. It’s a time of transition, when we shift from the hot Texas summers where we go tubing down a river, or just watching my dog try to catch the water as it squirts out of the hose, to the cold darker winters when we grab a blanket and sip from cup of hot chocolate.
But between summer and winter is fall, when everything is alive with color: reds, golds and oranges. Only followed by the cold darker days of winter. But that too passes and we move into spring when everything feels brand new and the blue bonnets and Indian paintbrushes speckle ours roadsides.
Like our world, life has seasons. We move from being a child, to being a teen, to being an adult. From being single to being in a relationship. From being footloose and fancy free to being a parent with responsibilities. From being newlyweds to celebrating thirty-five years of marriage. We move from having full nests to being empty nesters. We move from being someone’s child, to being that person’s caretaker.
Oh, the seasons of our lives. They each bring with it some beauty, each offering different perspectives and changes. Some inspire us, some humble us. Some require us to hang on to things so tightly, others require us to let go. And while some of the changes are welcomed, soul freeing and make us want to dance with joy, other’s can break our hearts.
When I encounter some of the heartbreak, I try to look back on other seasons where I struggled. Like the full nest season to being an empty nester. Oh, that hurt. Then one of my darling children moved back home for a while and… Oh, that hurt!
I look back on some of the seasons that were hard, and I find hope in that I survived. So I guess even during the seasons that bring heartbreak, we need to be there, to be present, to be counted, to be countable. I’m trying to remember this as I deal with my father’s declining health. I try to remember to enjoy even some of the difficult times, because the next season may be one in which he is not here. I try to remember to hold tight for now, because soon I’ll be letting go.
I try to remember after this, there will be another season.
ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE SALE ENDING SOON!