Seasons of Savoring and Suffering

Let’s Be Honest

Here’s some honesty for you: A few months ago I lost my makeup bag. Not misplaced it. Not set it down somewhere I don’t usually keep it. I straight up lost it. I couldn’t for the life of me remember when I had seen it last (meaning I couldn’t remember when I had actually put makeup on last.)

I sometimes very often find myself standing in the middle of my kitchen just staring at the overflowing sink full of dirty dishes and wonder, How? How can one family dirty 735 dishes overnight? We don’t even own 735 dishes, yet here they are.

And my bedroom almost always has at least one pile of laundry in it that’s just begging to be folded and put away. My reaction to its pleas are always the same. I kick it out of the way to show it who’s boss and sternly remind it that it’s lucky it even got washed.

My examples of missing makeup bags and condescending laundry piles may not totally resonate with you, but my point is this: It’s so easy to get caught up in routine. To get what needs to be done done. To allow the ebb and flow of the day to dictate where our emotions go as well. And one day, you may pause and look around and think to yourself, Where am I? How did I get here? And more importantly, how do I get out?

How Do I Get Out?

This happens to me as a wife. And a friend. And a woman. And a human being in general. And I have a feeling it may happen with you as well.

But what the Lord has been showing me recently is that life comes and goes in seasons. Nothing lasts.

And when I grasp that perspective, it makes me a little braver to push through the hard days and it causes me to more fully savor the good ones.

Has there been a season of your life that has felt endless? Maybe you’re in that season right now. A dark season of grief. And heartbreaking season of loss. A confusing season of anger. A paralyzing season of unknowns.

We Went Through Seasons of Grief

I have lost 2 babies in miscarriage. We went through heavy seasons of grief and rawness. I ached for my babies and I cried every day. There were no answers to the whys or guarantees for the future. But those times changed me.

My losses stirred up strength.

The brokenness brought wholeness in some ways.

I experienced the wholeness of God’s peace that surpasses understanding. I experienced the wholeness of God’s faithfulness because He never left my side. I experienced the wholeness of God’s healing which is unlike anything I’ve ever known.

And although the scars will always be there, the initial open wound lasted a season.

Life is not a solid line stretching from point A to point B. It’s fluid—constantly moving, changing and shifting.

If You Are Grieving

If you are grieving deeply and feel like nothing will ever resemble anything close to normal again, remember—there will be life again. There is a future and it is filled with more seasons. Healing is on its way.

If you find yourself in a place of confusion and you’re wondering whether you should move forward or hold still, remember—this is a season. Listen to His voice. Clarity is coming.

If you can’t find your makeup bag for 4 days because you barely have enough energy to do anything besides breathing, just breathe. Forget the makeup. It will soon be a season that passes.

As always, I am here to talk as well. You are loved, momma.