I watched the two of them walk ahead of me for the almost-two-block distance to our house.
For the last time.
Hands clasped, any passerby would have believed they’d been friends for so much longer than a month.
And I thought back for a few moments…
It was a normal, early-June day, and a girl from the neighborhood, one I’d seen a few times, rode her bike down our sidewalk. My four-year-old was playing on her swing set, and I watched as the girl slowed her bike and came to a stop.
That was the only invitation my Mae needed.
Running over to her, she greeted her already-friend, and the two of them were playing together in seconds.
A few weeks later, her mom stopped by and chatted with me while our daughters played again. Though I’d talked with her a handful of times in our four years on Wisconsin Street, this was the first time we’d talked in depth.
And it was in that conversation she mentioned she and her daughter were moving several states away at the end of July.
My heart felt a little pinch as I realized this new friendship for my daughter (and for me) was only for a short season.
And I realized that there have been times in life when I’ve questioned the seasons God gives us.
In early July, my husband and I found out we were expecting a baby at the beginning of March.
A new season…a new hope, and we were so excited.
I took a belly shot right away, started watching everything I ate, was getting my workouts in…I was trying so hard to make sure I did everything right. We couldn’t wait to welcome this new little one into our lives.
At first there was the shock. The grief. The tears. The normal things that come with any loss.
But then came the wondering. And the questioning. Why, God? Why would you give us this little one to love for only a short season?
To be honest, as I pound out these words just a few weeks after we lost our sweet one, I still don’t have an answer. I might never have one.
But I do know, even as I look back at what He has taught me through many years of transition…from the unexpected adventures that took us to parts unknown to the beautiful bliss of calling a place home…is this.
To everything there IS a season…even dreams. (<====Tweet this.)
Sometimes we dream big and we chase wildly, and those dreams still don’t happen.
In those moments, it’s so easy…So. Very. Easy…to doubt. To question. To wonder what His purpose may have been in all of it.
Because the hard Truth? Is that there is always a reason.
A lesson…to help us grow in Him.
A promise…to remind us of His goodness.
So my heart still feels that little pinch when I see my daughter walk past her friend’s house and talk about how much she misses her. Sometimes she cries.
And the ache resurfaces when I think of my empty belly and the life we so wanted in our arms…but the one that is now safe in Jesus’ arms instead. And sometimes I cry, too.
And a sweet sadness comes when we remember what’s been…and might never be again. And, oh, how the tears flow.
But we do know His promise.
To everything there is a season…and we wait and trust that this season will bring beauty. (<====Tweet this.)
Sweet dreamer, I don’t know where you are in your dreaming today. Maybe you’ve felt the sting of rejection or the pain of loss. Maybe you’re struggling with unanswered questions or doubting because you just can’t see.
Maybe you just don’t understand the season He has you in.
Let’s trust Him together.
How can I pray for you and the season of your dream today?
Shared by: Mel Schroeder