This morning I sat drinking coffee with my husband’s grandmother, and as I sat across from her on the couch covered in a comfy blanket she thanked me for fixing her a mug of joe.
“They just don’t like me doing these things anymore. I’m sorry.” She said.
“It’s alright,” I answered. “I don’t mind at all.” And I smiled genuinely at her.
I could only imagine how difficult it must be for her now. As she had gotten older she had started to seriously forget things, fall, and accidentally harm herself (such as significant coffee burns). She had started living with family a while now, but this was the second time in two days she had mentioned to me how hard it was for her to not be doing things around the house as much. Last night I had told her that she had spent a lot of time in years past serving others, and now it was simply her time to rest and allow others to do for her.
“You served us for years,” I said. “The best turkey I’ve ever had came from your house!”
“Really?” She asked incredulously, but with a satisfied smile.
So when she mentioned it again this morning I thought of seasons.
Last week I had been rocked to the core by God’s truth through song. After a particularly long day at work, the lyrics from a praise song reached into my heart and squeezed it tightly.
Though the seasons change… your love remains.
The season for us had certainly changed as of late. I had transitioned from working part-time to working full-time again. My husband had transitioned from working overtime to homeschooling full-time. We had gone from two vehicles to one, from a two-story house full of stuff to a pickup truck barely full of possessions, from 2200 square feet of living space to around 600 square feet, from one small, familiar town to a larger, unfamiliar city, from the same, comfortable job I’d held the last ten years to a new job, in a new hospital, with new bosses and new ways of doing things. For me, I had gone from having a set routine to flying by the seat of my pants, and for a gal who loved planning and having ducks in a row, it was for sure a challenge. God was stretching me!