It used to be, when I was "well".
Then it was, "When I'm am confident."
Next came, "When I discover what God wants me to do."
Then, "When I'm finally brave enough to do what God wants me to do."
Next came, "When God blesses what I am doing."
And then He did.
Now, I'm feeling topsy-turvy in the chaos of all His goodness. Oh not that He wasn't good before, but only in this season am I finally appreciating the cultivation of the earlier ones. Only when I am caught in the fear that this season provokes do I recognize the beauty of seasons past.
Not so many months ago, I spewed random words on a page, of interest to no one. I collected sheets of private musings, pedantic stories, journal entries and heart murmurs. I posted them in obscure places, submitted them to a few magazines, folded them up in Christmas cards, tucked them into "love you" letters and sent them out to everyone brave enough to be in my address book.
At that time I was between the seasons of, "When I discover what God wants me to do," and, "When I'm brave enough to do what God wants me to do." But that's just the thing, I kept looking for, chasing after some nebulous goal that I believed God had hung in my foggy future. I imagined God standing just behind me, a fatherly hand on my shoulder wondering if I'd ever try hard enough, peer deep enough, have enough faith to strike out in that darkness and unveil my life's purpose.
In the very first book of the Bible, in the very first chapter, God intentionally created seasons. Isn't that staggering? It's not as if He's pacing upstairs waiting for me to reach the climax of my life. He's not wondering when I'll discover my purpose and get about the business of pleasing Him. That was, THIS IS my season.
I told you about not so many months ago, but if I'm honest, not so many hours ago, I was fretting my hands about this season. I'm feeling snowballed with all of the tiny things to do in the process of publishing and publicizing a book.
I prayed for this, right? I determined that God wants me to be an author and declared that I'd honed in on my calling, facetiously deprecated myself for taking more than 30 years to find out what God made me to do. And now?
I'm worried about not having enough creative juices or time to write for all the opportunities. I'm concerned about not having enough hours in the day to speak life to and receive encouragement from the relationships that God is giving me.
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think about nature's seasons? Is it the crunch of lifeless leaves when you walk down the park trail? Is it the beckoning, long shadows of summer when you walk to the mailbox late in the evening? Is it the deep impressions lingering in the snow when you walk your dog in the winter time? Is it the cacophony of indiscernible, sweet fragrances when you walk through the garden in springtime?
I always see myself walking when I think of seasons. Slowly meandering through their measured window of time, experiencing each one in all its splendor, beholding it from every angle, walking.
Soon after God designated seasons, He placed man in the Garden of Eden. And do you know what He did? Every single evening, He invited Adam and Eve to come walk with Him.
There's no rushing seasons. Sure, sometimes the lines seem blurred and winter keeps a firm grasp on the thermometer a little longer than we prefer, but it gives way. And then, when we're tired of resting in the folds of spring, like buds held closed by an invisible hand, there's still nothing to hasten summer. It's a steady walk through these seasons.
And there's bounty in every season, bounty and cultivation. When my options seemed few and my creativity abounded, God was cultivating excitement in meideas for the words He would share through my fingers. The bounty then was rest and time and freedom. Now, the bounty is opportunity to bless others, wide doors to use the gift and treasure of writing that He has given me. Now, I am cultivating trust, recalling rest and realizing confidence as I see the beauty behind each door He opens.
Simply, I worry when I need to be walkingsteadily, following Christ. He's the one who opened once invisible doors and He will show me which ones to enter and which ones to pass by.
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