Seasons are just that, seasons. Moments in time.

Last night I had just laid my kids down to bed and I headed out under the warm sunshine on my deck to finish up some work. I was stopped in my tracks as I heard the birds chirping, the new and full growth on the trees and the abundance of kids toys scattered around our 11×11 deck.

You see.. just a few weeks ago, those leaves weren’t there. The backyard was less to be desired with big buildings and lights in my view. Sometimes seasons in our life can be this way too. Seemingly bare, not what we would hope for or maybe even expose some of our flaws.

For me, the trees represented the steady and consistent faithfulness (and fullness) that God remains the same. That He makes all things new. Some seasons will bring growth and new life and others will instead require that the foliage fall away.

The sounds of the birds and the way the sun shined over the pond represented the awe and wonder of His creation to me. And those toys scattered… those represented the wild but fruitful season I am in with my sweet kiddos. They are only little for a season.

There will come a day when those toys will no longer be present. But for now, may I always remember to slow myself down and see the season in front of me.

May I not rush my thoughts and plans but instead be present in the way in which God is working now.