For all things, there is a season. Well, for many things, or most things…..but not ALL things. Some things will never come to pass and for those, we need to let go and accept. However, for the things that DO come to pass, understanding timing and seasons necessitates the importance of having and perfecting patience but most importantly, the ability of perfecting patience comes from an unwavering foundation of faith.
I gave birth to Emily when I was 26 years old. That doesn’t sound very young, but by today’s standards when many women are waiting until they are in their 30′s to start having a family, I felt completely unprepared emotionally to navigate relationships with other women that had children at that time. Due to my immaturity, while listening to the accolades of a rival tiny tot, I knew on some level you needed to step up your infant game. I watched you lay there, in the safety of our home surrounded by soft blankets and adorable stuffed animals, cooing and pulling on your toes. Drool dripping down your perfect chin, poo filling your diaper, soft smiles rounding your face and I knew you were not taking your job of excelling and blowing these other tiny tots out of the water with your innate awesomeness seriously enough. I struggled with the challenge of imparting to you the importance sleeping through the night before Charlotte’s baby (oh, I couldn’t STAND her…..), walking before 9 months let alone running, peeing on command at 11 months and reciting your alphabet in mandarin at 12 months. I can not count the times we had conversations late into the night regarding these issues and more, but you simply did not care. You were going to wake up four times every night for the next four years, babble until you were almost three years old and you decided that pooping in your diaper was way more entertaining than using some dumb plastic throne with rhinestones that sang songs to you every time you’d sit on it. I tried to tell you you were lagging behind, but you kept telling me you didn’t care. You see, Emily, even as a tot, you were smarter than your old mom. Because innately, you understood that there was a time for everything. It just took me longer to figure out. That, and I clearly was not resting in the faith that the Lord had it all in hand and all I needed to do was love you. Argh.
So, with the lesson you taught me, I understood that although other people do and accomplish things at certain times, you and the boys will accomplish things that are perfectly timed for you, in your season, whenever that may be. No one can rush the process, in fact, it is in the rushing of that process that we are made to feel stupid, less than and unaccomplished. Someone once told me that every flower blooms in its own time. How surprising that the most beautiful truths can be told with the utmost simplicity. So, my darling children, do not measure yourself by whatever anyone else may be doing, for you are not them and they are not you. Your flower is blooming in its most perfect time, and God has a specific time and season for everything in your life. Read these words and hear their truth. Your timing, your season is YOURS, not be confused or competed with anyone else.
A Time for Everything
3 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
Sometimes, the letters I write to you children are actually meant as reminders to myself. I love you all, my precious ones. I am sorry for the thousand times I pushed you when what you needed was patience and faith.