"To everything there is a season ..."
If I'm disliking a current task, somewhere I messed up.
My attitude is wrong or I'm working in the wrong season, for in God's timing? I'll find strength, ideas, inspiration and joy (He reminds me).
But mix up the seasons, like, try doing summer activities during our snowy winters? Uh-oh. Ain't gonna end well.
But those early years were my Yard Season, times when God helped me haul in 150+ bricks, many bags of soil and plants and seeds I purchased nearby and online. I researched perennials which thrive on neglect, relied on trusty ones from past experience, then put the yard together. Over some summers.
And now? Those flowers return yearly all by themselves. Well, after I remove thousands of brown over-winter leaves smothering them (which I remove Sit Down Farmer style).
But otherwise, my flower beds barely need me and oh Honey, that's a good thing, because ol' Debra ain't what she used to be.
Let's go here instead: God did me a huge favor when He urged me to put in those 5 flower beds from 2012 to 2015. When He made those my Yard Season years, not these 2016 - 2019 ones.
Because now? No way could I create those beds. No way. Today I'd be settling for a barren yard had I not cooperated with Yard Season.
Well, unless I'd hired that dreamy 'Silent Gardener' I wrote about here. But hey, I'm not certain I've got the faith to find him (or the money to pay him, either). ツ
(Someday though, I will need to hire a Lawn Mower Man and Hedge Trimmer Guy. My faith is increasing for them. heh.)
Cooperate with God's seasons! He knows what's down the road and how much money/ability/sprightliness we'll have when we get there.
The Creating a Wardrobe Season
The Stocking Up On Food/Supplies Season
The Redecorating/Remodeling Season
The Sowing Seeds of Friendship/Help Seasons
The Saving/Giving Money Seasons
The Personal Health Education Season
The Clean Your Bad Secret of a Basement Season
The Rewriting of 3,000 Blog Posts Season(!), etc.
Yet many of God's seasons, uh-oh. They have time limits.
Always they arrive with provision ($$ included), wisdom and energy, but are we paying attention? Do we, instead, choose seasons that 'makes sense' to our brain (and to our relatives)? Does our timing appear more logical?
Will we miss out on Grace's aid, struggling instead? Heaven forbid.
Instead, may I choose God's ways. I'll miss out on nothing good, for He knows me best, knows my future, provides whatever is needed and He never, ever makes mistakes.
"When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth, for he will not speak on his own authority, but whatever he hears he will speak, and he will declare to you the things that are to come." ... John 16:13
"Just do it. Don't talk yourself out of it. Just obey God."
The aforementioned rewrite of my blog? It gets me out of bed in the mornings with joy. Now, there's a sign I'm cooperating with a specific season. There's no other explanation, trust me. None.
What is your current season?
Oh! Tom and I watched two wildly interesting films lately, both totally unrelated. We recommend each.
Stan and Ollie . Began slowly--give it a few minutes. (I watched the last half hour with an apricot-sized lump in my throat. Oh my.)
Chernobyl's Cafe. Tom and I love Chernobyl documentaries and this was one of the best.
You'll find both these films via Amazon.