Speaking of seasons…
One of the reasons I like the seasons around here is because they are short lived and we readily move from one glorious season to the next. Today is a Fall Day but I can feel Winter lurking around the corner. Spring will show up after that and although our Springs feel a bunch like Winter, we eventually see buds growing and there are rain showers but not rain from September – July like in the valley I grew up in. After Spring comes the nice hot days of Central Oregon Summer and then before you blink the cool Autumn nights return.
The seasons of life aren’t always short lived…sometime when you are in the ‘SEASON’ you wonder if the season will ever change. I had one such season from about 1996-2009. Thats a long season. Not as long as wandering the desert for 40 years, like the Israelites did but long enough for me. When you are stuck in a time of your life that you really wish you could move through and beyond, there isn’t much you can do during that time but wait patiently and walk through the battles that rage one day at a time.
It was during this particular season that my relationship with God was defined with a permanent marker. There was no more wonder if God was real, it was the season where I knew that despite the temporary troubles, God had a plan and I was willing to wait around and see what that plan was. It was during this season that my shaky but real faith became strong and courageous. It became my everything. It was difficult but glorious and I would’t skip that season in my life for anything.
I read this poem the other day and it reminded me of those days.
Pressed out of measure and pressed to all length;
Pressed so intensely it seems beyond strength.
Pressed in the body and pressed in the soul;
Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll;
Pressure by foes, and pressure by friends;
Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends.
Pressed into loving the staff and the rod;
Pressed into knowing no helper but God.
Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed into faith for impossible things.
Pressed into living a life in the Lord;
Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured.
Annie Johnson Flint, “Pressed,” from Poems That Preach, compiled by John R. Rice (Murfreesboro, TN: Sword of the Lord Publishers, 1952)
Life’s season do feel like a pressure cooker at times and if this is one of your pressure cooker times, press into Jesus and let His work be done in you. There is a new season coming but don’t loose sight of the glory that is to come from the one you are in now.