'Tis the season, they say. Today I read an incredible post. A post about a season. That there is a time for everything. A season for everything. And I so needed to hear this. Because I am in that season.
It is a season where I need to sit quietly. Ponder things. Process things. Look at life from different angles.
It is a season where I have pried off the lid of Pandora's Box of some childhood trauma and am daring to peek inside.
It is a season where I am having to let go of so many things. Long held dreams. Deep longings. False securities. Youth. Physical beauty. A quick and agile mind.
It is a season of unbuilding. Of taking apart the relationship with God that I have had for 38 years. A relationship built too much on a foundation of fear and shame and all the "shoulds" of the kingdom . It is a season to start over from scratch.
It is a season of acceptance. Of being OK with being weak, broken, exhausted to the core.
It is a season of listening. Learning. Learning from one whose yoke and easy and whose burden is light.
It is a season to be quiet and soak in the stillness and the silence. To just be for a while.
Maybe one day I will have the energy again and the drive to get out and push forward and to pour, pour, pour into others, but for now I just can't.
Perhaps most of all it is a season of learning that it is OK to be in a season. And seasons don't last forever.