People always ask the question, “What is your favorite season?” Some people say spring because of the blooming flowers, and the good tanning weather, but others only think of pollen and allergies. Some choose winter because you can bundle up by the fire while sipping hot chocolate, or you can play in the snow. But still others only think of the long dreary days, and the costly heating bills. To be honest I love all the different seasons. I love them all because as soon as I get sick of being in one season its time for the next one to come. When the particular season starts to linger longer than expected, well then I start to get frustrated and impatient. I am constantly looking forward to the next season, that I sometimes forget to enjoy the season I am in.
This is also true in my own life, when I was in high school I wanted to be in college, when I was in college, I wanted to be done. Now, I am about to leave on my 11 month journey ministering to the forgotten and neglected around the world and I am excited for all that God will do and for all that I will experience, but I strangely find myself hopeful for the day I return. I have even made plans to visit friends and family once I get back. Why is that? I think part of this is my fear of going out into the unknown. Giving up the life I once knew and that was so comfortable and trading it for well who knows what…
So I was reading in my devotional book tonight and it was about the prophet Habakkuk (yes that is his name). God basically gave Habakkuk a revelation and tells him that this revelation has an “appointed time” (Habakkuk 2:3).
In Hebrew, “appointed time” means “sacred season,” which brings me to the title of this blog. Now I am going to quote what Priscilla Shirer says in her devotional book because if I tried to say anything different it would come out all wrong.
“the term sacred describes something set apart to bring God glory. Therefore, not only are events designed to bring Him glory but also the seasons in which those events occur. We mustn’t attempt to rush God. To rush spoils the very reason God initially desired the event for us and cheats us of the joy that comes when we experience God’s will. His plans are perfect without our input or interference.”
So I am labeling this journey as my “sacred” season and hope you all follow along!
More updates to come once I set up my tent in Ireland…..
