Strange Seasons

I’m 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.

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯…

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 either 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲, or allowed me to be, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

I think it’s 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 “figure out” what God is doing.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦’𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!

It’s as if “the season” is an “escape room” 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 what’s 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 He’s doing, and how long it’s going to take, and what the outcome will be…

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝘀.

And I’m learning one very important lesson…

I’m learning 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

I don’t need to know what God is doing.

𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘪𝘮.

I don’t need to know where He’s taking me.

𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘪𝘮.

I don’t need to understand why I am where I am….

𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀.

𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦…

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵!

I’m learning that the strange season… it’s 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 Defense…

It’s not comfortable. A𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

But the strange season; it’s the place that we relinquish our feeble understanding, and we cast aside all of our futile efforts.

It’s the place where we throw our hands up in deepest surrender.

𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙃𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.

The unique beauty of the strange season…

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳.