Where I live early spring is also called “mud season” and it’s not hard to see why. The air warms, snow turns to rain, the ground begins to thaw and all around is mud. In a place as disarmingly beautiful as the Rocky Mountains can be, mud season is ugly. Tourists avoid mud season. The ski slopes are closed but the soft mushy ground prevents camping, hiking and mountain biking. The swift and murky river rapids caused by the snow melt are not yet ready for rafters and kayakers. Mud season is a literal and figurative slodge. It’s messy. It’s unpleasant.
Yet amidst the mud and muck of the season, spring is beginning to take root. New things are growing. Birds are returning. Deer are on the move to their summer feeding grounds. Bears are waking up with new cubs ready for a fresh start.
In the middle of the mess is a new beginning.
If I’m honest, life right now feels an awful lot like mud season. It’s the messy middle. Coming out of a dry and dead season, a cold and sometimes bitter season. It’s been fallow, but now I can feel warmth and growth coming. I don’t know what it will be. Early spring is known for coming in like a lion and out like a lamb (and how appropriate that both are also images the Bible uses to describe Christ who is there along side us through it all). Change is hard, even positive change. Life this side of winter is just beginning to take shape, a new normal, for now.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
What season are you in right now? Are you reaping the harvest of hard growth as in the fall? Maybe it’s a fallow winter season in your life, resting and recuperating before something new begins? Maybe it’s the bright days of summer in the middle as fruits ripen and all seems joyful? Or maybe, like me, you’re in the mud season, in the mess, and waiting with expectation to see what will grow? Share your season and how we can be praying for you in the midst of it down in the comments!