“Let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9
Be in the season you are in.
Life starts to feel heavy when you try to force another season. When you reject the one you are standing in. When you long so much for what used to be that you miss what is right in front of you. Or when you long so much for a new version of yourself that you begin to resent the woman God is shaping right now.
Motherhood is not one long, steady stretch. It moves. It shifts. It changes without asking your permission. There are different kinds of seasons, and when you understand that, when you lean on the Lord in the middle of it, it feels lighter.
There are hard seasons and easier ones.
Seasons where you need to give yourself extra grace. When survival is enough. And seasons where you feel ready to be a little harder on yourself because you finally have the capacity to grow.
Seasons where the house is a disaster. Seasons where your kids need more of you than usual and the laundry and dishes have to wait.
Seasons where you miss the old you. Seasons where you don’t recognize the woman in the mirror.
Seasons of illness. Seasons of doubt. Seasons where money feels tight. Seasons where sleep feels impossible. Seasons when God feels quiet and far, even though you know He is not.
But those are not the only ones.
Seasons where you start to see a new version of yourself forming, and you quietly like her.
There are seasons of ease. Seasons where you can put learning a new hobby on your plate. Seasons where money is good and you are able to get out of the house a little more. Seasons where the kids are sleeping well, which means you are too.
Seasons where you are on fire for the Lord.
Seasons where you finally organize that random messy closet that has been haunting the back of your mind for months, maybe even years.
Seasons where you love this version of yourself.
Seasons of peace. Seasons of laughter.
None of these seasons last forever.
It becomes overwhelming when you expect yourself to operate like you are in a different one. When you push for productivity in a season meant for rest. When you resist growth in a season meant to stretch you.
There is peace in recognizing where you are.
There is freedom in accepting it.
Lean on Jesus in every season. Praise Him on the mountain. Cling to Him in the valley. Let Him meet you in the ordinary middle places too.
Pray for peace right where you are. Ask for eyes to see the good. There is always something to be grateful for. Sometimes it is small. Sometimes it is quiet. But it is there.
Hold onto that.
And trust that this season, whatever it looks like, is not wasted.
With love, Hannah.