“The only way to win a wrestling match with God is to lose. If you win, you lose; if you lose, you win. The only way to find our lives is to lose them.” – D. Sheets
My mother is obsessed about the weather. The first channel she turns to in the morning is the Weather Channel. If there are clouds, she is ready to go outside with her coat, scarf, and boots. Mind you, we live in Southern California. But she’s prepared for anything. When we are in the car she’s always checking the temperature, even though it doesn’t change drastically from one minute to the next. It’s funny because we go through the year being shaped and identified by the weather. Weather patterns dictate how we should dress and what to prepare for. Even when it’s sunny outside, I know we’re still in winter because the calendar tells me so.
But the seasons in life don’t have such clear markers. As a friend once said to me, “sometimes it’s spring but if feels like winter.” Life all around can look fresh but inside I may feel cold and empty. I’m learning that God rarely follows my agenda or my timeline. I’ve often thought that I knew what God was doing in a certain season in my life, quickly trying to learn and get back up. But in life’s seasons, lessons aren’t always taught and learned in a neatly organized fashion within three months.
It’s nearly the end of the first month of the new year. I feel like I’m in a new season and it’s not just because it’s a new year. I am expectant. I am open to what God has for me and I have faith that though the things that may come my way this year may not always be brought to me in perfect packages, they will be wonderful.