“To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.”
Turn, turn, turn. Often in parenthood you use the term “seasons” to describe the stages with a child, usually as a coping mechanism to make it through the rough phases. If I were to continue to write the rest of Ecclesiastes 3 for a parent, I might say “a time for laughs, and time for tantrums; a time for obedience, a time for defiance; a time for sleep, a time to not; a time to eat vegetables, a time to only eat cheerios.” And on, and on, and on.
We cling to this expectation in the way we come to anticipate the changing season of our year. Just when you have had enough of one extreme or the other, that first fall leaf drops and the chill whips through the air. The smell of the first fire and a fleck of snow decorates the window. Little light green pops up on the naked trees. The sun lingers a little bit longer each night and sunscreen and chlorine and barbecues become familiar smells. Ahh…we made it, you sigh. It’s time. Another year, another season. Turn, turn, turn.
But there is more to that verse, a part I had not remembered, but need to right now.
“He has made everything suitable for its time; moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; moreover, it is God’s gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil.”
There is NOTHING better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live.
Yes. I needed to hear this. My season right now is all over the place. The “seasons” in our house change rapidly, leaving me spent at the end of the day hardly remembering one moment to the next. This past year was very much like that. I remember being pregnant, exhausted, broken. But what doesn’t stand out were all the smiles, laughs, adventures, and re-connections. My memory keeping these days is limited to the internet, and over the last couple of years primarily through this blog. Yet, this year, I lagged WAY behind. I want to move on. There are many more adventures ahead. But I found before I did that, I needed to remember this year. I want to see myself happy, for isn’t that God’s gift?
I waded through countless images this afternoon (thanks to my 5 o’clock hero who sent me out of the house on my own) rediscovering so many fun memories over each season. So over the next week (finger crossed emoji), I will be sharing the seasons of the last year along with some adventures and celebrations. I am giving everything a purpose. Putting a sense of “past” in my head so I can make room for the “future.” Because there will certainly be many more seasons of eating and drinking and taking pleasure in ALL of my work. Amen for that.