Spring has been on my mind this week because winter has loosened its grip on the City for the moment. I used to think summer was my favorite season of the year, but I haven’t gotten this excited over summer since I had reason to sing with the rest of the student body, “No more classes! No more books! No more teacher’s dirty looks! Yay, Summer Vacation!” Yeah, apparently summer only represented no daily responsibilities to me back then. Spring however has always represented freshness, renewal, life, beauty. Every year, for as long as I can remember, I have watched eagerly for the budding of flowers. The one flower that stops me in my tracks every year is the tulip. Tulips always bring me joy. 🙂
In recent years, I’ve come to appreciate that every season, in its time, is my favorite season. There’s no anticipation of newness in summer, but there is ample opportunity to enjoy the beauty of everything that has bloomed. Autumn illuminates the beauty of change. No one fears change in the fall because the colors of change are so magnificent. Winter covers the dead things that did not survive change in a blanket of white. Washing away some things, burying others and allowing what remains the healing balm of hibernation.
There is a purpose for the season you are in. Make sure you get what you’re meant to get from it.
Change is one of the only guarantees we have in life, yet we all resist change for most of our lives. During some self-reflection this weekend, I acknowledged that I have become rather complacent in areas of my life. A couple of years ago, I saw that I was moving towards complacency and I desperately tried to spark myself to steer clear of that life-hole very few ever escape from. I didn’t want to become comfortable with where I was in life or satisfied with what I had. I thought such comfort and satisfaction meant that the desire to strive for more or better would be extinguished indefinitely. But resistance proved to be futile. I was indeed assimilated into the complacent culture surrounding me. Often during this period, I despondently asked God “Is this it? Is this all I have to look forward to?” He never quite said, “Yes,” but slowly my vision of the future got dimmer and dimmer until the present day was all I could focus on.
Now I can say with confidence that many seeds were planted and nurtured during my season of complacency. I know God was working on me even though I felt like a lump on log.
Fast forward to today, and I sense another change coming. I’m not resisting now. I am eager for this transition and I welcome it. My vision is widening beyond the day again and I’m open to whatever doors and experiences are revealed to me.
Change is inevitable, so resisting the evolutionary changes life takes us through is futile. But there is something we can do as we stumble through our processes. We can better prepare ourselves to receive the best each season of life has for us by letting go of our expectations of what the coming season will look and feel like. By letting go of our expectations, we become free to simply experience the changing elements in our life moment by moment and day by day. In this way we will learn to appreciate that we are exactly where we need to be, learning what we need to learn, growing in a way God has designed us to grow.