Life has been a tad crazy to be honest with you. Trying to write a blog post has been a little bit of challenge. All because of time. Not enough hours in the day, no inspiration… it tends to drag.
There is so much going on, and eventually I will tell all. It’s kind of like a puzzle, one day it looks like everything is together, and then other days it looks like everything is falling apart. Sounds depressing, I know, but hang with me a sec.
One of the things that I think makes life beautiful and unique is the different stories. We are all walking stories and they can be similar in some ways but they are different to each of us. Which is beautiful. I happen to be in a rainy season right now. I have planted a lot flowers and now we have to wait for them to bloom. That is where it is hard waiting. Waiting for all the good things to come from it. I think the biggest mistake is that when the rain comes we tend to get depressed and wish it would stop. However, when you plant flowers you have to water it. So rainy seasons are simply just watering your flowers. It doesn’t have to be a horrible thing.
Seasons of life are natural and they are necessary. It helps us learn and grow. Life is full of lessons. The good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven
There is more to the passage that is worth reading, but we have different seasons for a reason. To learn from them, to grow.
The rainy season is not an end but the beginning of something new. It is all the life lessons we have learned being watered and growing to become apart of ourselves. To be transparent with you, I have been struggling with this concept. Simply because I like to go through the what if I did this or that. It’s hard to see the good in the seasons that are not the ones we are looking forward to. That’s the point is it not? If everything happened exactly the way we wanted them too then we wouldn’t need a Savior. Someone to champion for us during the rough times. The times where you feel like you are drowning and have no where to go. We flail about our arms about and we try and make sense of the things that don’t always make sense. It makes us feel hopeless and that is why we don’t look at those seasons of rain with contempt. We didn’t choose this, we didn’t ask for it so why do we have to deal with it? Questions I have asked myself so many times. I wish I had the answer as to why bad things happen, but I do know that I don’t have to go through this stuff alone. That is the part we tend to forget. That we are not the first or last person to deal with the stuff we go through. We would be surprise looking around us, how many people have or are dealing with the same things that we are.
So don’t stress when the rain comes, because at the end, we will see something beautiful will have popped up. Just be patient.