Changing seasons
Seasons can change so gradually,
with changes almost being imperceptible. Sometimes, the changes are quick with
temperatures dropping quickly and leading us to run back inside because we
need a jacket on. Here in California, we experienced a very dry spring and
summer, and yesterday, I felt the first chill in the air that showed me that
the fall season has come. While the changes in our surroundings isn’t as
drastic as in any other areas in the United States, I enjoy the autumn time
because the leaves start changing color and I like the crunching feeling when I
step over them while walking around. The seasons, in a way, reflect the
impermanence of things in this earth.
It has been a crazy year, and the
past few months have been so filled and busy that I do have to hit pause at
times and remind my heart to be joyful and to enjoy each season as it comes.
Recently, both my grandmothers were diagnosed with some health issues and the
past few weeks, both of them were rushed to the hospital for serious health problems.
I faced some struggles in terms of a long-term immigration concern that was
finally answered, but not in the way I had hoped for.
In addition to that, I was in a job situation
where I was overjoyed as I was able to openly share the Gospel in my classroom. I could interact with the parents and build friendships with them. However, with
God’s providence and direction, I was led away from that workplace and I find
myself back in school and in a work environment that is just as welcoming, but
is a non-Christian environment. It was disheartening because the job offer was
unexpected and the realization that I wouldn’t be able to work because of some
legalities that turned up was very sad.
I
entertained thoughts and feelings like, “But I really wanted to work there” and
asked questions like, “Shouldn’t I be happy?” I felt so melodramatic, but I
knew I had to keep my focus on Christ. In retrospect, it is a great reminder
that God is the author of our individual stories and He holds all things in His
hands.
Oswald Chambers elaborates on it with a recent devotional I read, “We must
continually keep our soul open to the fact of God’s creative purpose, and never
confuse or cloud it with our own intentions. If we do, God will have to force
our intentions. If we do, God will have to force our intentions aside no matter
how much it may hurt. A missionary is created for the purpose of being God’s
servant, one in whom God is glorified. Once we realize that it is through the
salvation of Jesus Christ that we are made perfectly fit for the purpose of God,
we will understand why Jesus Christ is so strict and relentless in His demands.”
It was not a pleasant experience,
and there was pain involved, as with any meaningful thing in life. God taught me so
much about His purpose, His reasons and His ways all alongside holding my heart
during the process. It is with this truth that I can rejoice, because my Savior
and Redeemer truly is my refuge in any season and He is gracious enough to
reveal His purpose to me, in minute human doses while loving and disciplining
me in the process.
But I said, “I have labored in vain;
I
have spent my strength for nothing at all.
Yet what is due me is in the Lord’s hand,
and
my reward is with my God.”
And now the Lord says—
he
who formed me in the womb to be his servant
to bring Jacob back to him
and
gather Israel to himself,
for I am honored in the eyes of the Lord
and
my God has been my strength—
Isaiah 49:4-5
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