The last month, even the last year has seemed to be a season of transition in my life. I have lived in an off-campus house, carried an “adult job,” graduated from college, and am now planning on moving life to a foreign country. The phrase “season of transition,” seems to be reverberating through the hallways of life right now, which makes me consider what this really means. Are not seasons inherently transitional? Are we not constantly in a state of fluctuation and change? Is this not what we consider growth?
As we cycle through these seasons, I think that it is important to retain hope. What good is it to plant in the Spring if there is no hope to harvest in the Autumn? Why would we muddle through Winter if we did not have some longing remembrance of trees in full blossom? It is this very hope of unforeseen fruitfulness and growth that ought to propel us through our small time.
During these last two weeks, I have had to say goodbye to many of my closest friends. It has been an immensely difficult time for me, to leave the community that has been so rich in exchange for an unknown and unreliable future. However, I have been consistently encouraged by the fact that as Christians, we ought not to look back in fear, but look ahead in expectation at what is to come. I hope that I can adopt this attitude as I prepare to leave for my trip. I hope that I can experience these seasons of transition, of waiting, of sowing and of cold, with hope for renewal, growth, vibrance, and beauty.
