I came back from my 4-day “mom-cation”/women’s retreat (aka Relevant) at peace and full of joy. Those first few days back I saw my boys with new eyes. My patience was endless, everything they did was wonderful, and I was content being fully present with them.

Fast forward a week…the joy of being with amazing godly women was a distant memory. The heaviness of the mundane was weighing down on me. The constant training and correcting of my boys was sucking the life out of me.

This past Sunday I found myself asking a mentor, “Why can’t I experience the same fulfillment and joy when I’m with my boys that I had when I was at the women’s conference?”. She reminded me that I am in a season that requires a lot of effort and teaching with little reward or feedback. When I’m with those women I am getting immediate approval and encouragement. She said it is only now with grown children that she is seeing the fruit of her labor.

On Monday I chatted with another mom of 3 boys who completely identified with my struggle. She simply said, “we go through those challenging seasons too. Those times when the boys require a little more redirection and patience.”

It’s a season.

This isn’t a new concept for me but as I cried out in my bed Monday night longing for a different “season”, I remembered something else that had happened while I was at Relevant.

Traveling to the East Coast in late October I thought I would experience my favorite season, Fall. What I did not anticipate is that I would also get to experience Winter while I was visiting.

That Saturday the sky dumped over 12 inches of snow on us. Although beautiful, snow is not typical for late October. It was out of season.

When the snow fell before the season of Fall had run it’s course, devastation happened. Because the leaves had not fallen, they caught the snow and the weight was too much for the trees to bear. The result was broken limbs…leading to electricity outages, car damage, and deaths.

This week as I prayed for things to get easier, for God to move me out of this hard stage, I realized I can’t rush through the seasons in my life. I can’t wish for the next developmental stage. The challenges and joys I am experiencing now are important for the what God has next. If I try to rush to the next season, devastation happens. Things get broken. People get hurt.

This season of raising three young boys while my belly grows larger and my hormones rage is growing me in so many ways. The next season of having 3 boys and a newborn won’t necessarily be any easier.

I don’t know what season you find yourself in right now but trust that it is preparing you for the next season. Trust the Creator of the universe to know what’s best. Here are words from Daniel as he trusted in God to provide for him while he was in exile:

“Praise be to the name of God for ever and ever; wisdom and power are his.

He changes times and seasons; he sets up kings and deposes them.

He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning.

He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what lies in darkness, and light dwells with him.

I thank and praise you, O God of my fathers:

You have given me wisdom and power.” {Daniel 2:20-23a}

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