“For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.”
— Ecclesiastes 3:1, NLT
By the time you’re reading this — well, maybe not for those of you reading at 5 a.m. — my husband and I will be heading out on a little getaway.
We had already blocked this week off as a staycation, but through God’s continual provision, we found a little gem of a getaway just a few hours from home. And honestly? It is much needed.
We have been working around the clock for what feels like several years, and we haven’t really taken a vacation outside of visiting our kiddos and grandkids. And don’t get me wrong — that is always a pure delight. But chasing six grandkids between the ages of 1 and 10?
That is not exactly a vacation, right? LOL.
I’ll admit, it’s not easy for me to just stop life. But a vacation has a way of demanding that we do. And I am a full believer that this kind of rest is a godly kind of rest.
A restoring kind of rest.
And what I love about this season is that it’s causing me to ask myself some honest questions:
Why am I doing the things I’m doing?
What matters most?
What still carries purpose?
Because here’s the beauty of growth: something can be good, fruitful, and even God-given for one season, but that doesn’t automatically mean it gets to come with you into the next one.
And I can sense a shifting season on the horizon.
So what am I doing?
I’m looking at the beautiful things the Lord has given me to carry and asking Him, “Do You still want this? Do You still want that? Is this still part of the assignment?”
What’s the why behind it?
What’s the purpose behind it?
And if peace and direction don’t come with it, I’m learning to say goodbye.
And honestly, it feels so freeing.
Because as a creative, you can put a lot on your plate. Your brain is constantly creating. One day you think, “Oh, this is so good!” and before you know it, you’ve added another thing to your already-full plate.
But two years down the road, the season may have changed. The margin may no longer be there. The grace to carry that creative idea may have lifted.
And honestly? God is faithful to reveal that too.
So I’m learning to love the changing of seasons.
Even this week — whether I’m sitting by the pool, by the canal, or walking the beach in the little town we’ll be staying in — I’m choosing to let it be a time of rest, reflection, and gratitude.
A time to look back at all God has done through the years.
A time to breathe again.
A time to ask Him what gets to come forward and what needs to be released.
Because I believe there is a new season ahead, and I cannot wait to see all God has in store.
So for now, I’ll breathe in the salty air, take in the wonders of the Lord all around me, and rest in the truth that whatever is coming next is sitting right in the palm of His hand.
Psalm 31:15, NLT
“My future is in your hands.”