A Time for Everything
The joy of fall is everywhere. The vibrant colors,the soft bright, perfectly golden sunlight. The cold wind, red cheeks, numb ears and fingertips…It’s easier to have a cheerful heart when the whole world feels like it’s slowing down.
I admit. Joy is harder since being a mom. I used to be more steady, cheerful, joyful, in a superficial sense…back when life was a lot easier. When I was sleeping all night, every night. When I didn’t have to serve little people who may or may not say “please” and “thank you.” When every day was predictably easy.
I have noticed that joy has been a little more natural these days…a little less forced. Not because my days are easier but because I feel like I can survive better. Like I can wake up in the morning and make it through the day. Maybe it’s having a baby who is no longer a newborn? Who knows…I don’t know if there are really answers to these questions. But I do think the answer runs deeper than circumstances. Sometimes even in the energy of summer sun and heat, life can feel dull, grey and cold.
But as I am experiencing now…the thermometer is dropping daily, the days are shorter, longer, darker but I am feeling alive. I am feeling well. I am feeling joy. I am satisfied in what can sometimes feel like monotonous motherhood. As I mature, as I grow…as I become more serious about who I am in Christ I feel like I am learning what true joy looks like. It’s not always a smile on the face, peppy words, even laughter. Sometimes it is masked behind tired eyes and tired body…but it’s there. It’s much deeper and much stronger than it used to be. It is much less me centered and much more Christ centered.
As I have learned…I will hit a valley again. That’s the way I work. I am a human. I am so frail…I am so easily burned out and spent by this life.
So I am going to enjoy the here, the now. Because there are seasons.
“There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil-that is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. “