Can I be in between seasons?
I am neither winter: dying, dark, and cold
Nor am I autumn: waiting for the dark to come
and watching leaves fall
I am neither spring: coming out of dark and feeling and finding mess,
but knowing growth is coming
Nor am I summer: reveling in abundance,
blue skies, and sun
So what season am I in?
can I be in between?
Do I have to be either winter, fall,
summer, or spring?
Am I in denial, refusing to allow myself to feel
and acknowledge seasons?
Am I pretending to be in summer,
but really living in winter?
Am I wishing for growth in spring,
but seeing death in fall?
God, what season am I in?
Where are You moving me,
how are You working?
Don’t allow me to be afraid of seasons,
shying away from pain and hardship and only wanting sun
Because even in the sun,
I can get sunburned
I know that my desire is no matter the season
that I will bless Your name, give You praise
You call me into obedience,
but will I respond?
Standing in an open field
and wanting to walk on
where You place me,
whatever new lies ahead,
whichever season I find myself,
Let it always be a season
that I invite You in with me.