Seasons.

A very wise man once said that for everything there is a season, and a time for everything under the sun. I’ve been thinking about seasons a lot, lately.

Mostly because I either want to rush them or delay them. When it’s winter, I wish it was spring. When it’s summer, I wish it was fall. When it’s Christmas, I want it to never stop being Christmas. But I realize that for everything there is a season.

Summer is often a time of transition before an actual transition. For so many people, summer can feel like a holding pattern before going onto the next thing–either all work or all play. This summer, I feel weighted down but that all that I have to do before moving. I want to rush into the next thing, get it over with already.

And yet, I’m still here. That means God’s not finished with what He’s doing here. Right now. In me. Where I am.

Just as it would be foolish to pull out my parka in 90 degree temperatures or my bikini in a blizzard, it’s foolish of me to try and rush into next season before it’s time.

For everything there is a season.

And I’m going to enjoy and embrace this one.