It’s been a while since I’ve written a blogpost but I felt like today would be a great day to do just that. This is my 51st year of life and I have decided it’s time to learn to embrace each season. For as long as I can remember, I have always made it very clear that summer is my favorite season. I love all of the summer outdoors activities. I love being in the sun, floating in my pool, taking long walks with my sweetheart around the Kentucky lake area. We love hiking new trails around the lake because it’s just a beautiful area.

As June and July pass and August begins, I usually start to mourn the nearing of the end of summer. My mourning then makes me sad of course. I will tell David something like, “I hope we get to use the pool one more time.” David used to join me on this woeful journey but he decided a few years back to stop dreading the coming of winter and just embrace each season. I was sad to lose my buddy. Misery actually does love company.

I have known that my sad state was self inflicted because I was choosing to be miserable and tell everyone around me how much I love summer and hated winter. I would soothe my sad soul in the fall by consuming lots of pumpkin spice which I thoroughly enjoy but this year is going to be different. I am going to embrace the beauty of each season. After all, God made each season so that alone should be enough of a reason to just embrace each one.

As I’m typing this on my phone, I’m sitting on my front porch with a nice cool breeze blowing. We are getting ready to load up and hit the road to Bowling Green where Andrew will be taking classes for a year or so until the next part of his educational journey. Even though I know he will only be a couple hours away, I know the dynamics in our home will change. I’m so excited for him but now I’m sad for the ending of a season. I’m doing my best to just embrace each moment. All of this makes me think about the Apostle Paul and how the Lord stopped him on his way to Damascus and told him in Acts 9:5, “…it is hard for you to kick against the goad.”

I looked it up and found out a goad was a stick with a pointed piece of metal used to steer the ox as they plowed a field. I guess all these years I’ve been kicking at the goad so to speak. It’s time to just lean back and trust that God has every season and each chapter of life. Is there an area of your life where you are “kicking against the goad”? Maybe you love the changing of each season but there are other things you make yourself miserable about. Let’s share our struggles with each other and lift one another up. That’s exactly what Jesus wants us to do by loving each other as we love ourselves.