No, this post has nothing to do with springtime or Daylight savings.
Or, maybe it does... but not in the way you would think.
I have been thinking a lot this week about seasons - the kind of seasons that old chain e-mail talks about. You know, "some people come into our lives for a season, some for a reason..."
Anyway, that also makes me think of Ecclesiastes 3 (usually in Simon and Garfunkel's voices).
There have been several things that have happened over the past few months that indicate it is time for a new season in my life. Whenever this happens there is always some excitement, and always some fear. Anticipation and anxiety go hand in hand, at least for me.
And, whenever the seasons change, I guess my mind's "clock" has a tendency to jump in one direction or another. When I was younger and entering a new season, I would always jump forward. I would imagine what my life would be like when I was grown. Who would I fall in love with? What would our children look like? Of course, now that I am older and have been through more seasons, I have lost my ability to fantasize about the future so much. Instead, my mind often travels back to one of the most important seasons of my life...
It was not important because it was when I lost so much to Lyme disease. No, it was before that.
It was not important because it was when I gave birth. No it was before that.
It was not important because it was when I met my husband. No, it was before that.
It was a season in my life when it felt like my whole world was turning upside down, when everything I knew about human relationships started to change drastically. It was a time in my life when my past haunted me, my future terrified me, and my present often paralyzed me. It was a season of a dark night... when I first contemplated suicide. Yet, it was also a time in my life when I made some of the closest friends I would ever make. It was the season in my life when I had my first real kiss, and fell in love for the first time (and suffered my first broken heart).
I don't know why the springtime of my freshman year of high school is the season in my life that my subconscious always returns to when my current life starts to move in a new direction. Maybe it's my mind's way of reminding me that I've felt the earth move beneath my feet before, and that time when I fell some truly awesome people were there to catch me and they stayed with me through the next few years and supported me through the several major seasons of my life even from the other side of the country.
So, maybe that silly old chain e-mail is right. God does put some people into our lives for just a season, and some for a whole lot longer. The important part is knowing which are which before it's too late... and taking the time to appreciate each one of them while they are still with you.
Praying for some old friends tonight, and thanking God for them.
Or, maybe it does... but not in the way you would think.
I have been thinking a lot this week about seasons - the kind of seasons that old chain e-mail talks about. You know, "some people come into our lives for a season, some for a reason..."
Anyway, that also makes me think of Ecclesiastes 3 (usually in Simon and Garfunkel's voices).
There have been several things that have happened over the past few months that indicate it is time for a new season in my life. Whenever this happens there is always some excitement, and always some fear. Anticipation and anxiety go hand in hand, at least for me.
And, whenever the seasons change, I guess my mind's "clock" has a tendency to jump in one direction or another. When I was younger and entering a new season, I would always jump forward. I would imagine what my life would be like when I was grown. Who would I fall in love with? What would our children look like? Of course, now that I am older and have been through more seasons, I have lost my ability to fantasize about the future so much. Instead, my mind often travels back to one of the most important seasons of my life...
It was not important because it was when I lost so much to Lyme disease. No, it was before that.
It was not important because it was when I gave birth. No it was before that.
It was not important because it was when I met my husband. No, it was before that.
It was a season in my life when it felt like my whole world was turning upside down, when everything I knew about human relationships started to change drastically. It was a time in my life when my past haunted me, my future terrified me, and my present often paralyzed me. It was a season of a dark night... when I first contemplated suicide. Yet, it was also a time in my life when I made some of the closest friends I would ever make. It was the season in my life when I had my first real kiss, and fell in love for the first time (and suffered my first broken heart).
I don't know why the springtime of my freshman year of high school is the season in my life that my subconscious always returns to when my current life starts to move in a new direction. Maybe it's my mind's way of reminding me that I've felt the earth move beneath my feet before, and that time when I fell some truly awesome people were there to catch me and they stayed with me through the next few years and supported me through the several major seasons of my life even from the other side of the country.
So, maybe that silly old chain e-mail is right. God does put some people into our lives for just a season, and some for a whole lot longer. The important part is knowing which are which before it's too late... and taking the time to appreciate each one of them while they are still with you.
Praying for some old friends tonight, and thanking God for them.
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