When asked to pick a favorite season I usually have a small crisis, because I can never choose. I love them all, and by the time the next season comes, I am in desperate need of it. I love the changing of the seasons. I need the months of snow after the leaves have fallen, I need the sunshine of spring after the darkness of winter, and I need the cool colorful fall days after the scorching summer. Life also gives us seasons, and some are more pleasant than others. Lately I have been pinning for spring and I have gotten glimpses of it. The warmer days and brief hints of green remind me that there is something coming.
This winter I noticed many of the strong ladies in my life struggling with their life’s seasons. Through the ebb and flow of emotional seasons are the uncomfortable and heart wrenching ups and downs. Some of the downs are break ups, or simply having to let go of someone or something. Romantically and relationally, there comes a time in a woman’s life when she has to say goodbye to an unhealthy relationship, or she is not given a choice on the ending of a certain life chapter. This is unimaginably difficult. We often define ourselves by our relationships with people and places, and find comfort in the people that occupy our daily life.
Depression and anxiety can pair with grief and make it difficult to let go. In these cases it can feel like you are stuck in a certain season, as if winter will never end. That just isn’t the case. The storm will pass, and sometimes we need help to get there. When thinking about the season’s past, dwell not on what has happened, but that change will happen again. The change into our new season doesn’t make all winter or all difficult times disappear, but it gives us hope and encouragement to enjoy the ups as well as to manage the downs.