Seasons and Second Chances

In Florida, we don’t typically get to enjoy the four seasons over time. Actually, in the Panhandle, we are often blessed with winter, spring, summer, and fall all in a single day! Still, as I sit today with windows open and temperatures at a perfect seventy-one degrees, the smell in the air and clear blue skies reveal the transition of the weather.

Changes can sometimes be difficult. However, in many cases, change is necessary to usher in a new season in life. We ebb and flow along with each transition. If we welcome the change, we open our hearts to the next thing God wants to bring into our lives.

For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland. (Isaiah‬ ‭43‬:‭19‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

For two years, I have stood at the edge of what’s next peering into the unknown new thing that God is preparing me for. Each day, little by little, He is chipping away the mystery of it all to reveal Himself more profoundly.

I no longer walk in the shame of my past sins because God has given me a second chance. I may have failed, but God is faithful and He never fails. Some days, I still don’t understand this calling or His end goal for what is moving in my heart. But I trust Him completely with my second chance and embrace each new season of life with Him.

Heavenly Father, thank you for every season you walk me through. Thank you especially for second chances. Teach me to be more like you, and help me to welcome each new changing season as an opportunity to grow into what you want me to be. In Jesus’ name, amen.

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