On my evening walk around the lake, I noticed the lilac bushes are starting to loose their luster. Every year I wait in anticipation for those sunny spring days when the first tiny blooms open and you can smell the heady scent of lilac around every corner. For a few short weeks, I clip branches and fill every vase, teacup, and bucket in my home with lilacs. As I type this right now, there is a heady scent of lilacs lingering in the air and my home smells like heaven.
As much as I love the lilac season, as it draws to close, beautiful things are to come. Ruffled peonies, gorgeous roses, dainty Queen Anne’s lace, cheerful zinnias, showy hydrangeas, and vibrant sunflowers will bloom over the next few months in my flower garden.
Each will bloom brilliantly for a few weeks and then fade away until their time comes again year. But what if lilacs bloomed year round and peonies bushes were found on every corner? Would we still appreciate the beauty of these flowers without a period of anticipation and waiting?
Part of the joy and beauty comes from knowing and savoring the unique season of these blooms.
As I continued my walk, I begin to think of my life right now and the beautiful gifts that this single season has given me. Time to laugh and drink coffee on the deck with friends, freedom to make a last-minute road trip, energy to serve and invest in my calling, quiet & solitude, and opportunities to be creative and pursue what sets my heart on fire. This season is unique & beautiful, but it will not last forever.
My friends who are mamas may find it hard to sneak away for 15 minutes of peace & uninterrupted quiet, yet their season holds a different beauty all it’s own. Sticky sweet kisses, unconditional love, late nights full of laughter and hard work. I’ve seen such beauty displayed through the amazing mamas in my life. And yet, my heart fights to compare where I am today to where they are.
Sometimes the silences of my home can be deafening and I long for days when I will enjoy a quiet night at home with my family rather than explore a new place.
Why is it that we constantly compare with others, especially those who appear to be a few “seasons ahead of us”? Are lilacs more beautiful than peonies just because they bloom a few weeks earlier? No, each bloom displays beauty in their season.
And so, on a simple evening walk in the middle of May, I was reminded that grace can show up in unexpected ways.
Friend, where do you find yourself today? Are you in a season of hard work or rest? One of big leaps or small steps? Laughter or tears? Wherever you are, there is beauty found in your season. Stop, slow down, and savor the gifts of today.