This is not the season for chicks, ducks, goats, pigs, cows, puppies, horses, or babies. Nor is it the season for travel, long novels, extended time alone, teaching classes, taking classes, or sleeping in. This season will not be filled with sun bathing, late night dancing, skinny dipping, (or skinny anything for that matter), long napping, immaculate house keeping, or Friday night parties. And I am trying to be ok with all that, because this season is about out loud laughing, training, teaching, loving, story reading, snuggling, inventing, imagining, baking, giggling, fort building, craft making, outdoor exploring, awe and wonder, first time everythings, and growing souls, mine and theirs.
I carry some sorrow for the season it isn't. Sometimes I grieve these seeming losses. It can't be helped. But, when it hurts the most, I am quietly reminded by this gentle Father, that this season I am in is precious and short lived and I let go. I hand Him the sorrow, the grief, the pain and I step into the place I ought to be, the present. It is a gift and I don't want to miss it. It's only a season.
