To my weary friends out there, this is for you.
We are approaching the end of the year. We are in the middle of a semester where midterms are upon us, projects are piling on, work deadlines are lagging, and travels are hitting the slump, but I want to encourage you.
The anticipation of the holiday season is among us. The season we wait for with great eagerness will be here before we know it. But I do not want us to let what we are experiencing now, this crisp, cool, and transformative season, to get away from our grasp too quickly.
Driving through Dallas, the trees are telling me something. I noticed the leaves are changing; the greens turning into oranges and reds and yellows. My eyes, widened as a child's, marvel in expectancy at the change that is ahead.
You see, these trees are in transition. They are coming out of one season to the next, just as you and I are. We are running parallel to the seasons, dear friends. This is not a coincidence. You know, we have a creative Father that shows off in nature. I experience Him best in the Autumn, where the leaves burst with color and the air greets me with a crispness of comfort.
To those that are weary from work, from travels, from decision making, and project planning- I see you.
To those that are commuting, mothering, parenting, and mentoring- I applaud you.
To those that are just “over it”- I understand sister, because I was there.
Decisions are being made right now. Some of us have to figure out “what is next.” This decision is tugging greatly on a heart that has already had enough from the weight of the year. But what I want to tell you is, well done.
To the ones that feel lost, it truly is a lovely time to find yourself. Look up dear friend and look around. The seasons are changing right around us.
This is what the Lord says—
he who made a way through the sea,
a path through the mighty waters,
17 who drew out the chariots and horses,
the army and reinforcements together,
and they lay there, never to rise again,
extinguished, snuffed out like a wick:
18 “Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
We are sandwiched between Summer and Christmas. The anticipation creates a longing in our souls to enjoy this holiday season, but we have to remind each other of the sweetness of what is happening right now.
Just like nature, we are transition. We too, are growing and shedding and bursting with color and potential. We cannot miss this transition by trying to run faster than the season is coming. The newness will be there for us when the time is right. What I need to learn myself is to bunker down and linger.
Let me lean into my weakness and surrender. Let me acknowledge my weakness, my lack of control, and my pride to gain a sash of humility.
Dear friends, I see your weariness, and you are exactly where you need to be. Just look up dear one, and for just a moment, let yourself wonder around with your eyes to see the transition happening before your eyes. You will not regret it. Painful? Maybe, but well worth it and in good company.