Seasons

A couple of days ago, I sat down on my bed to read.  I was startled when I looked out the window and saw the tips of the foothills peaking out behind the houses across the street.  When did that get there?  Oh right..it’s always there…the leaves in the trees block it during the spring and summer.  For the next few months, I get to enjoy my limited mountain (foothill) view.

With the change of the season, my view changes.

I suppose that’s true of the seasons of life. 

I never really used that phrase until recently, “the seasons of life,” but I love it.  There is so much beauty in viewing life this way. Some seasons of life are busy, some are challenging, some are easy.

Nothing is permanent.  At times, I think I have a season figured out, only to have it change into something else.

I don’t want to admit it, but this has been a bit of a challenging season for me.  The emotional burdens of the work I do have consumed me.  My “real” life looks different too.  I have tried to take care of myself, doing those things that help me carry on, but I have felt overcome.

I intentionally took this week off work and made no plans.  Last night was the first night that I haven’t dreamed about work. 

I feel incredibly well rested this morning.

I can feel the burden lifting.  I can feel the season starting to change.

I am grateful.