I hate this pandemic. I’ve told so many people I think it’s demonic and wicked. In fact, I figured the same about this whole divisive season we are in – sickness, crazy politics – all of it. Think about it. People are negating logic, turning on one another and there is so much hatred coming to the forefront, I can scarcely believe it. It’s like hell is throwing a whole unfortunate party and we’re all invited.
But, as I reminded myself earlier, I’m going to remind you – We win!!! Even though it seems all is dim and dark, remember it is just for a season.
You know what? The best thing about seasons is they don’t last forever. They are meant to pass – unless you live someplace the seasons never change. In which case, you need a whole different sort of grace to navigate that.
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Seasons in my “neck of the woods”
For me, I live in Missouri where the seasons do change, morph, blend, and even get stuck on stupid. When the cold lasts too long, or the burning heat drains very bit of my energy, I remind myself of the blessing we have of a new season looming in the future.
Yep, raining too much in the spring. No problem, summer is coming.
Frigid winter temperatures giving me the doldrums, no worries. Spring is coming.
You get the picture. Seasons change.
Thank you, Jesus, because
today is Thanksgiving and it blows/sucks/stinks/awfulness.
Here’s why. My brother works in a highly-populated place. So, my husband wasn’t comfortable with having him for dinner this year. That broke my heart. Yeah. I cried…a lot. However, I gave my brother some weird story to guard his feelings, but I think he knew.
My mom knew too. She decided not to come over if he couldn’t come over. So heartwrenching. My Thanksgiving fell apart piece by piece.
To fix things, I offered to take everyone (my mom, brother, and his wife) to an early thanksgiving lunch at a swanky place on me. I’m talking $100 a plate.
Everyone declined. It just wasn’t the same, I guess. Yeah, I cried more.
So, then I packed up a whole bunch of food and headed to my mom’s. I figured we could all eat a small gathering dinner. But, my mom was gone. Yeah, I cried again.
3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
-Ecclesiastes 3 3 1-8
Here’s the thing, this season sucks
The reason I’m sharing all my personal business is simple. Let me tell you why:
1) I’m spilling the beans because I want you to know everyone’s holidays are not perfect. Even if someone you admire seems to have a “perfect” life, they don’t. Drama finds them and struggle makes it’s visit to their home as well. It’s a season that happens to everyone.
2) I also want you to know if your thanksgiving is not what you intended, please be encouraged and know this season will end. If you’re like me and bummed because you can’t have your family together, don’t despair. You’ll all be together again. This pandemic won’t last an eternity. Only God’s grace will. It’s a season.
3) If you’re grieving, please know it won’t last forever either. So many people are having REAL issues on Thanksgiving. Their’s makes mine look like nothing. That’s a perspective we can all benefit from having. Anyway, if you’re grieving, please know you will smile again. You will laugh again and your life will find a new form of normal … it will be a blessed new normal. It’s a season.
If you’re going through ANYTHING making this a hard Thanksgiving or holiday, please know you’re not alone. God captures every single one of your tears because you are precious to Him. It may not feel like it, but the Holy Spirit is with you. Jesus loves you so much. Hang in there, ok?
One mo…One mo…
The final reason I wrote this is because it helped me. It helped me to share because as I’m talking to you, I’m talking to “me.” Plus, I can’t stand fakeness. It helps no one to pretend life is perfect all the time. I pray my stupid Thanksgiving holiday will somehow facilitate a blessing to someone else.
I created this pillow design for my store before I knew I’d need to lay my own head on it. hahaha
It’s all good even when the holidays are bad
So by faith, I am heartened. By faith, I trust you are too. After all, whatever is going on…IT’S A SEASON! The enemy is not able to ruin us. He’s like a bulldog with no teeth, barking and making noise. Barking racism. Barking political division. Barking unforgiveness. Barking trouble or illness. With all that “barking”, he can’t hurt us! Amen? Amen!
Hey, Christian Woman, this too shall pass. The kingdom of hell will not win with all his little attacks! He won’t prevail! That victory is reserved for you and me. It’s earmarked for Christians trusting God (i.e. US!)
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.
– Romans 8:18
I love ya and make the most of this moment by knowing better ones are ahead and God is still in control of it all. Amen?