seasons

Last weekend,  Dave (hubby) took me to one of my favorite places in the world for my birthday...It's a hike in Stanislaus National Forest near Alpine Lake; we hike into Mokelumne Wilderness...I have hiked it several times, always at different times of the season but this was the first time at the end of October, when the top of the hike was awaiting what's probably happening there right now. (massive amounts of snow)

It was shockingly barren.  The ground that was home to the most glorious wildflowers looked like desert...it was cracked with dryness, and that grayish color that looks like nothing would ever grow there.  Dave said it actually looked like the moon...It was that--lacking.   I started to think, this ground is still very alive with something underneath...Those flowers I saw in July will be back.  This part of that cycle is important, necessary, on purpose, for the next part of the cycle.

Just like those deserts that I go through, those dry barren times when I feel parched, ignored, unproductive, unsure.  Those times in my life have also proved necessary to move me toward what's next...Hard to take, really hard to like, but necessary...and completely worth the wait.

To everything there is a season.  God did that--does that--on purpose.  I'm learning that that is actually a beautiful thing...