Summer was amazing. I don’t know if I have actually ever had a better summer in my life. It was a beautiful revolving door of play dates with friends, trips to the paddling pool two blocks from our house, gardening, leisurely renovating, beautiful weather, and happy memories.
Then came the fall. By all accounts it should have been good. Students and MYC classes fell into my lap, we found a Pre-K program for Dominic, and things were going well with Mike’s career too. Then everything fell apart.
Dominic finally got his autism diagnosis and I proceeded to get sick for nearly two months. It’s not the diagnosis that was stressful, as I knew it was likely coming. It was just the release of emotion and vindication that yes, all those appointments I took him to were actually worthwhile and naysayers can go suck it.
Even though it may not look like it, for the past two years we’ve been trying to put things in place that simplify our lives and allow us more predictability. Now those changes are more important than ever, as we try to give our son the stability he needs.
Then Mike got laid off. The third time in one year. You always wonder about layoffs in construction around winter time, but getting laid off in October means things are really bad. (He got a new job quite quickly, but sheesh. . . stress.)
Things with my choirs were also super stressful. So many new members, and so many challenges to get everyone literally working in harmony. There were some weeks it felt like everything that could go wrong pretty much did.
This doesn’t even feel like half of the things that went wrong this fall, but these are the ones I feel comfortable telling you about. Oh yeah, and the asbestos incident.
This season is hard. Not just fall itself, but this season of life. Sometimes it’s hard to love the broken and jagged bits of ones life, but love them we must.
It’s tempting to be negative, but it just isn’t productive.
One of my friends often uses the expression, “all is grace.” I don’t think I’ve ever understood that expression until now, and maybe I still fully don’t. However, in this stressful time, I find myself often consoling myself with that expression. There is grace in the everyday moments. There is grace in the broken. There is grace in the crazy.
And so I love the season I’m in. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s imperfect. Even if it’s hard.
For all of us struggling in our season, this too shall pass.