Seasons of life...

I have often heard it said,
Life is like a game of chance; you win some, you lose some.
I've also heard,
Life is a battlefield; you better get the enemy before the enemy gets you.

I suppose there can be some truth in those concepts, but I have been reflecting on the idea that life is like the Seasons. Life is not a battlefield nor a game of chance, but it is something rich, vibrant, and ever changing.



Life cycles through the seasons in all aspects; relationships, work, family, even health.
I am trying to decide what season I am in at this time in my life in terms of my life's work.
Am I in Fall when life begins to fade and go dormant in preparation for the harshness of winter?
Or am I already in winter where things are still and quiet giving time for reflection before Spring comes with all its new growth?
Maybe I am coming out of winter and heading into the rainy season of spring.
One thing I know... it doesn't feel like I am in the season of summer.



I think if I lived on a farm or out in the country it would be easier to embrace and live this idea of having Seasons of life. But I live in the city around the hustle and bustle of life where what we do and how we behave is geared more towards manufacturing than agriculture. I live in a world that thinks more about how you 'make' your life, than how you 'grow' your life.


I think I have already tried to 'make' my life.
And I haven't always done a very good job.
I need to take some time to let my life grow.
It is kind of scary to think about letting go.
...of letting life grow without control.
What if all I get are weeds?
What if I kill all the new growth?




But if I rely on hope,
If I lean on trust,
If I have faith that God can grow in me,
Then perhaps I will grow into something the world needs.
Or at least something my family needs.