Strange Seasons
Iโm in a strange season.
Nothing about where I am, makes much sense to me.
If I look around right now, there is not a lot that I would have chosen.
I would have chosen comfortable.
I would have chosen secure.
I would have chosen familiar.
I would have chosen clear direction.
๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏโฆ
๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ either ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ, or allowed me to be, ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป.
I think itโs our nature to always search for the meaning and purpose. We tend to look around and try to put all the pieces together, and attempt to โfigure outโ what God is doing.
๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆโ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ!
Itโs as if โthe seasonโ is an โescape roomโ and we are scrambling for the clues so we can GET OUT and get back to what feels safe and uncomplicated.
We want to know whatโs going on, because deep down, our flesh wants to hijack the process and hurry it along, and get it over with.
We want to know what Heโs doing, and how long itโs going to take, and what the outcome will beโฆ
๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฒ๐๐ปโ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ๐น๐น ๐๐.
And Iโm learning one very important lessonโฆ
Iโm learning ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ.
I donโt need to know what God is doing.
๐ ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐๐ช๐ฎ.
I donโt need to know where Heโs taking me.
๐ ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ช๐ฎ.
I donโt need to understand why I am where I amโฆ.
๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฒ๐.
๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฒ๐.
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ญ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆโฆ
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ตโ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ.
๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ผ๐๐, ๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต!
Iโm learning that the strange seasonโฆ itโs ok.
Because when there is nothing that I can control, and nothing I can fall back on, and nothing to get me out of the crazy position I find myself in, I find myself running and clinging to Him with fierce determination.
As He guides me along uncharted territory, He is my only Guide, and my only Lamp, and my only Shelter, and my only Defenseโฆ
Itโs not comfortable. A๐ฃ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต.
But the strange season; itโs the place that we relinquish our feeble understanding, and we cast aside all of our futile efforts.
Itโs the place where we throw our hands up in deepest surrender.
๐๐ฉโ๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐ข ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ.
The unique beauty of the strange seasonโฆ
๐๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ.
