I’ve always had a hard time determining what my favorite season is. It seems that as each new season turns, I welcome the change. I dream of winter and the holidays and the family and comfort food that it brings,
but when spring comes around, I am so ready for new life and flower buds and awakening trees.
Everyone loves summer, right? We get to play out in the sun and go on vacations and swim.
But fall really must be my favorite. It brings with it cooler weather (usually) and beautiful colors in the trees. I absolutely love jacket weather, crunchy leaves, and pumpkins.
Every new season brings the joy of change for me. I don’t like monotony. Though I know the benefits of it, I am not one for routine.
Asher started full day kindergarten today.
He was so visibly excited and had no sign of apprehension.
So, now I find myself in a new season of life. And I am full of possibilities… and apprehension, myself.
I was reminded to “run with endurance the race God has set before me” this morning when I read Hebrews 12. But what if you don’t know which race you’re running?
People ask me what I’m going to do now that both boys are in school and I shrug and say, “We’ll see!” God has given me some talents and passions and I want to spend my free time using those, but what will come of it?! I don’t know yet.
I guess the verse says to run the race that has been set before you, not sprint to the finish line. Maybe we don’t have to know which race we’re running, quite yet. Maybe, in obedience, we just set one foot in front of the other.
I teach a class at my church and actually talk about the blessing it can be when God doesn’t reveal his big picture to us at the beginning. If Paul had known what he’d encounter on the race God set before him, he may never have started. Ship wreck, imprisonment, stoning, running for your life all to spread the news that Jesus really is who he said he was. Even if God had just said, “Paul, you’re going to spread my story throughout the known world through a bunch of soldiers and other gentiles,” it may have been too much for him to handle the first day.
Today is my first day. It’s new, it’s a change, it’s good and exciting. But today, I’m going to write one word at a time. Take one breath at a time. Say one prayer at a time. And tomorrow, I’ll do the same.
What will come of it?