In the Upper Midwest, the transition to spring is slow. As our bodies adjust to 75* days, we’re forced to pull on our snowboots to shovel the driveway to get to work the next day. Even the 10 day forecast can’t tell you what to expect. But that’s the nature of transition. You odn’t know hwat challenges are going to pop up that you couldn’t have foreseen before you took a leap.
When I transitioned to college, it was the anonymity that got me- it seemed as if no one in the seas of people knew or cared who I was. When I transitioned to marriage, it was communication patterns- living all the time with a verbal processor was far harder than this little introvert ever anticipated. When we entered homeownership, we bought short sale home that wasn’t well kept, so I thought I was prepared for anything. Moving into a house where the toilet sat in the bedroom for a month while my husband reframed, rebuilt, and refinished the rotting floors and walls in the bathroom proved me wrong.
But there are consistencies in transition that bring comfort to my soul. Whatever the weather outside, spring brings aromas of chamomile, rosehips, lavender, and pea blossoms filling my house as I brew my tea and dress in layers. It’s also comforting to know that even when I have no way to plan for what transition will bring, I have a God that sees my floundering, knows what’s coming, and is big enough to handle it. One of my favorite verses is Psalm 139:16, “Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed, and in your books they were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.”
As seasons in my life change, and anxiety wells up about all the things I can’t know or control, leaning on the truth that God goes before me and nothing is a surprise to Him brings peace as I wait for the April snowstorms to bring May flowers.
Whatever the weather outside, spring brings aromas of chamomile, rosehips, lavender, and pea blossoms filling my house as I brew my tea and dress in layers. It’s also comforting to know that even when I have no way to plan for what transition will bring, I have a God that sees my floundering, knows what’s coming, and is big enough to handle it.
