Seasons

There are seasons in life. First we are young children - a learning season. Then we are grown, and think we know everything - a proud season. Then the Lord allows some of us to have children...and we realise that we know nothing - a season of humility. {a whole other blog post altogether} But within those seasons are so many little sections of time. It is hard to see that seasons of life are temporary. Our youth is fleeting. And the years our children are home and need us are few. Even though in the middle of laundry and ear infections it is hard to see that it will ever end.

Our youngest doesn't like the nursery at church. I cannot blame her entirely for this as I didn't try to leave her in it until she was over a year old. And I could complain that I will never hear another sermon...or at least that it feels like it. But I've been in church all my life...almost 40 years. If the Lord should give me another 40 years in church then I would say around 60 years of my life I will have been able to serve others and worship corporately with the Body.

All too soon this season will pass. My baby is nearly walking. Soon she will run to her fun Sunday School teachers and not give me a second thought. So I wish this time, this season, to last. I want to be purposeful during these times of my life. I want to see what God has for me in the church lobby or up in the nursery wing...who can I minister to, or encourage while holding my baby on my hip? Because I know I will miss this season when it's gone.