I can appreciate them each in their own time but it also seems like for only so long...
(this mostly applies to winter.)
Right now we are in the season of Spring.
I love spring time and the newness of life.
I love the colors, smells, sounds, and warmth of spring.
Getting the yard ready for summer days spent outside.
The start of the grilling out season.
Getting to go outside and take my little man for a walk or playing on the playground.
With all of the newness that spring brings I realize I am also in a new season of life.
Right now I'm struggling with spring.
I feel like I'm missing out and thus my son is also missing out.
I'm trying my best to keep a right heart-itude and also remembering that this season in my life won't last forever.
But 10-13 weeks can feel like forever....especially with an almost 2 year old.
I am praying that I won't become housebound towards the end of this season.
That I will still be able to on my good days take Monkey to the park.
That we will still be able to get the yard ready for summer and the new season that is to come.
I know there is a potentially long road ahead of me but I am full of this amazing God sized peace.
I wish I could explain it but other than this crazy calm I feel deep inside myself there is no way to describe it. He knows and has already provided me with so much help and support as well as relief from the worst of the pain; I can't do anything else but rest in His arms.
"God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when the morning dawns."
Psalm Forty Six Verse Five
