Some of us come from places where the changing colors of the seasons are a comforting marker of the movement of time. We might love one season more than another but we know things will eventually change with a predictable pattern. We might not be able to say the same thing about the seasons in our lives, the seasons of our souls. It can feel like we are stuck in one, or we are in a good season but fear it won’t last. Sometimes we might feel like we’re straddling more than one season.
How would you name and describe the season you are in? What questions do you have for God in your current season?
