A season....

I know that there is a season for everything. It was what I was told when I was young and with each passing year, I have begun to understand it as an unchanging truth. Most of us have come to a conscience acceptance of this fact. So why is it that no matter what season we are in, it feels endless and grueling and unending. After nearly twelve years of parenting I only now have come to the realization that Crying is a season. You would think this profound revelation would have fallen into my mind before now, but I think it is the cumulative years of tears, tantrums and weeping moments that has brought me to this new found conclusion. I know there is hope. I know that not only does the hope lie in the sad reality that these precious years of innocence and purity will soon pass and I may even long for these years. As well as the hope that the Lord has not given us but one day by accident. That no one child, day or year is overlooked and a loss in the name of stress and being overwhelmed. Yet still it is in the after math of a full adrenaline rush of frustration and brokenness that I sit here and reflect on a moment that is past and sure to come again, likely by the end of lunch as nap time approaches. Hmmm...This is nothing new. Nothing that no other parent does not deal with on a regular basis even if only for a season, but I still feel the hurling rocks of continuous weeping that I know awaits the rest of this day and the many before it and likely to come following it.
"Father God, teach me mercy as I journey through this. I know I am told this too shall pass. Give me strength to get through it with the grace that you have for me when I am too wrapped up in me to be grateful to you. Show me how to teach them as you would have me do, so that they too will know you and your comfort when the tears of their children are pulling them to their knees too!"

~C