Living Seasonally
This is a season of life when it just feels like I’ve let or had to let everything go. Let it wait, set it aside. Mostly the extras. A season of either being behind or right on what is immediately needed. It seems like it’s been like this for a while now. And maybe this is just how it will be from now on.
This is a season of waiting to be delivered. This seventh baby has drained me of many things, mostly of energy and enthusiasm. I’ve been pregnant and sick with colds since before Thanksgiving. It’s been a long Fall and Winter. I just don’t feel like I have much of anything left to give anyone. We get through the days. I take care of the musts and on occasion, thanks to the help of others, I squeeze enough out of myself to enjoy a few of the extras with the babies.
I wait for the days that I hope are coming soon when I’ll feel normal again. Have energy to think, to talk, to read, to work and serve my neighbors as I’d like to. I wait to move past Lent, to enter into Easter and new life. Eager for deliverance and to greet our new little one in the joy that this new life brings.
