Ever feel like you're stuck in the middle? Past the starting point, possibly on the verge of something amazing?
Autumn is my favorite season because of its mildness. Summer and winter (spring hardly exists in the South) are too extreme. I like the calm of fall. The anticipation of the holidays to come. The planning of whose house we'll have Thanksgiving at and how we'll secretly buy Christmas presents.
Right now, I'm in a metaphorical autumn season. Anticipating happy news like my nieces and nephews anticipate birthday parties. The trouble is, I've no guarantee of that happy news coming. Will the novel currently on editors' desks be published?
I don't know. And that's unnerving. Ha!
There are a few folks who believe that success will come, and it wouldn't be fun to disappoint them.
But the Lord created the seasons, literal and otherwise. He understands my anticipation/nerves/impatience because He made me. He knew one day I'd have a "Every is messed up" kind of meltdown. And He knew how to encourage me by whispering through the Holy Spirit, "Hold on a little bit. I'm here, and I've got this."
He knows how to calm me to the point where I can remember He already knows what tomorrow holds.
Sure, I'm in an in-between stage. Working on a new project while I wonder what will happen to the former one. But this can be a fun season. I can trust Him and anticipate my "Christmas morning."
He is the greatest giver of gifts. He's the most generous grace-extender. He's the One who always listens. Who always cares. He's going to carry me over to the next season.
But not until I'm ready. Not until I'm where He wants me to be.
Are you in an in-between period? Have you just come out of one? Any advice (beyond stop checking your email for that email)?