the freedom of seasons

I caught myself saying something just now that seems to be a recurring theme in my life. “Not this season.” (This time it was a text about Crossfit, if your curious, which I’m certain you must be.) 

There are so, so many good things to be doing. There are interesting things to be learning and creating and people to connect with and activities to introduce to the kids.

But not. right. now.

Right now my season is raising four very little people. It’s loving my husband. It’s writing a bit. It’s bearing witness to the heart of a friend in crisis. It’s figuring out how to educate my 4- and 5-year-old. It’s figuring out (again) how to be consistently listening to God through his word… in this season.

Next season I’ll learn hand lettering. I’ll figure out photoshop. I’ll do a sprint triathlon. (Yes, seriously.) The kids will learn skills like baking and team sports and not picking their noses in public. Perhaps we’ll leave the house with all of us fully dressed in non-pajamas on a regular basis. But that’s later. It’s on my radar. I’m planning on it. But it’s a relief to know I don’t have to do all of it now.

I’m finding so much freedom in the ability to clearly see what is mine to do now and what might be mine to do… but later.

What about you? What things are part of your season now? What things can you freely set aside for the next season or the one after that?

This post is part of the write31days challenge… I’m trying to post every day in October. The rest of the posts can be found here.


Author: robininalaska

Clumsy Jesus Follower. Finder of grace. Mom to four babies here, one in heaven. Wife to one very good man. Writer of hope. Normalizer of failure.

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