Seasons

Seasons are just part of nature.  Some drag on with day after day of the expected sameness.  Some are full of change and transition – and although those are the most unpredictable and {sometimes} uncomfortable – I do find them the most beautiful.  The blossoming of newness in spring, and the colorful explosion of fall.  They never seem to last long enough.

You can never figure out what to wear, whether you should order your coffee hot or iced, and there’s this play-it-by-ear in the air because it could be snowing or 75 degrees when you wake up.  Last weekend we hiked through the changing aspens in sweatshirts and sat by the pool in swimsuits – on the same day.  You just never know.

Life seasons are somewhat the same.  There are times where everything is predictable and comfortable and you are juggling everything with little effort because there’s no doubting what’s coming next.  Then there are seasons like spring and fall that are crammed full of so much awesomeness and uncertainty that you’re not even sure which balls are in the air anymore.  But they are completely beautiful in all their confusion.

I’m definitely wrapped up in autumn at the moment, caught up in the craziness of life and change and newness.  Trying to reorder what I’m juggling and bring some sense to the universe.  Knowing that soon it will be behind me and all the beauty will be a memory along with the discomfort.

Because change is beautiful.  And growth is beautiful.  And letting go is beautiful.

Because trust is beautiful.

I say all that to say that not much has changed, yet everything is changing.  It’s a hard season, but a good one.  I’m thankful, and it’s beautiful.