“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven,” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
I love that verse and its reminder that there are seasons of the year, of life and death, and of everything, really. As I sit down to write this column, I am fondly recalling Thanksgiving and the many blessings that surrounded me and my family.
Since I hosted our family get-together this year, I have a clean house. We had an unbelievable amount of food that was prepared with love. We shared time, talking and laughing together, really enjoying each other and being fully present. The weather was beautiful and allowed for time outdoors throughout the weekend.
In addition to the feast, our weekend was full of farm work. Although my son now acknowledges that I am a farmer (instead of just a princess farmer when he was younger), I am still learning about the seasons. Of course, there is winter, spring, summer and fall, but at the farm, we have subsections, it seems.
For example, we are currently in the middle of corn stalk season. We just finished harvest and calf-weaning. Prior to that was haying, and before that is planting season. We spend a lot of our time preparing for winter when the cattle are home and then we will be in calving season. Fencing season is intermingled throughout the year or as it is necessary.
“A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to tear down and a time to build; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance; a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to search and a time to give up; a time to keep and a time to throw away; a time to tear and a time to mend; a time to be silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace,” (Ecclesiastes 3:2-8).
My brother says we are slaves to the cows and my husband wholeheartedly agrees, but as is true for the majority of my life, I continue to learn life lessons at the farm. Just like the seasons of the calendar year, there are seasons in farming and in life. There is constant change. Whether or not you live or work on the farm, there are seasons in your life.
This is my prayer of change before the holiday season: “Dear heavenly father, just when we settle into a pattern, things change far too quickly. One door opens; another closes. We rise, we eat, we sleep. We smile, we laugh, we cry. Change itself is ever-changing and Lord, if I’m truthful, I don’t like change. Because I desire the control. Will you forgive my lack of understanding that your creation of seasons is exquisite? Would you remind me that the ebb and flow of life is rippled by the gifts of love and laughter? And that life is measured by memories, not minutes? May the season of change fuel me forward to another beautiful season of the blessing of your almighty hand. In Jesus’ name. Amen,” (Rachel Woho).
“Learn to relax and trust that, just as the seasons change and are being transformed into new things, he is doing the same in us, for he makes all things new,” (Robin Richards).