Seasons come and seasons go.
As I look outside and see that my beloved summer is just a memory, I
remember that It's also a hope. The
changing of seasons is a constant. The
one that is here now will be gone in 3 months.
That's encouraging to hear now and a depressing thought in June. Some of you may disagree, and I won't judge
you; in fact, I've learned to appreciate winter.
Change isn't unique to the weather. I like to use the word "seasons" to
refer to different periods of time in my life and the circumstances God has
placed me in. I did "this" for
a season, or I was "there" for a season. The perspective this gives me is both
terrifying and hopeful. If I say that
this part of my life is a season of life, then I'm suggesting that my
circumstances will change at some point.
Whether life is great or full of tribulation, change is coming. Change is terrifying and hopeful. When you lay your life down to follow Jesus,
allowing yourself to be led by the spirit, change is sure.
It seems fitting that the season outside is changing as I
ponder the changing season in my life. A
few months ago the Spirit's direction was clear that a move was coming. I began a grieving process as I said goodbye
to a season of life. It was time to jump
in to the ministry in Muskegon with both feet.
That's a nervous prospect. I've
never sold a house before, and I would be moving away from most of my
friends. Could this be a new season of
learning to be alone? or a season of new found friendships? Time will tell, but I know that whatever the
season, it's the one God has in store for me.
8 years ago I left Muskegon excited to never live there
again. In one week I move my things back
to the very place I despised, and I'm
excited? It's true. God has given me a love for this place. Oh, how it needs Jesus. I need Jesus too. Everyday.
We have a new found commonality, and If that's all we have in common, then
that's enough.
This is my farewell to a city I will always
love. Grand Rapids, it's been real.
