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"Mom!" He complained... "these really hurt", speaking of the new expander appliance he has in his mouth, which only happened to be a few hours old. "I want to rip em out", he said, with passion!! And - to my reply - he asked..."what's a season?", as if what he's been through has been an eternity already!
"A season is like the start and end of baseball. The start and end of football. The start and end of racing... the first day through to the last day of hunting season!
Me trying to speak his language...
"The start and end of spring, summer, fall and winter. Here for awhile and then it stops. On to another."
"This mouth thingy - it, too, is just a season. It will have an end!! Don't worry!
"The deal is - we've got to be patient in and through the season. Sometimes we wish for it to end already and other times - we wonder where it all went? Why did it have to end so soon?
Are you in a season of waiting, wondering and why?
I can relate to my son. Sometimes the beginning and ending get muddy and it's hard to see or know clearly from one moment to the next... where you're at in the said season of your life.
Personally, I don't always like change, but I do enjoy the fact that seasons come and seasons go!
Update on my son: he's already pretty much adjusted to this change in his life and riding it out with ease... for the most part!
Ecclesiastes 3:1-11, comes to mind.. I hope you don't mind that I share these verses with you.
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?
I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
Joining up with Kate from Heading Home for Five Minute Friday!
The prompt was: season