Transition. Change. Growth. Maturity.
Baby boy — too tall now for footie pajamas, feet dangling as we carry him to bed. This week he heads off into the great unknown of Kindergarten. Release being forced, as hands want to grip tight.
Hold on, you’re moving too fast.
Just pause for a second longer.
His impatience to be independent reminds me so much of myself.
Turning instead to One who holds us both.
Students return to college campus, a place that is now behind us. A completion that sometimes felt impossible.
Yet he returns there as a leader; a college-age ministry in a way we never foresaw. Is ministry only in the church or is it possible to impact the lives of those you supervise?
Can he be a pastor without having the title?
A decision looms on the horizon for me. A change in my life I don’t know that I’m ready for.
A quiver full that are now poised for flight. My life has consisted of growing, birthing, nourishing and nurturing children and now I’m looking to put a stop to it.
Regardless of the fact that one thing has nothing to do with the other, my friends who want so desperately to conceive do not leave my mind; it turns my stomach. I pray for peace, yet have none.
For now I’m waiting on the Lord.
Yesterday I felt a change in the air.
I felt Fall.
The season is turning…
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven –
A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
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. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8