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in-between.

in-between.

by Kathleen Moulton

Being in-between is uncomfortable.

You are not here and you are not there.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

Our lives can be like the 4 seasons. We experience times of highs and lows. It’s the in-between that gets me.

The calendar might say it’s the beginning of a new season, but all around me says the opposite.

The end of summer’s faded colors of spent flowers and overgrown vines, the heavy gray skies and leafless trees of late autumn, and the barren, sleepy spring landscape. All in-between the next season.

Waiting.

Are you in-between?

Just knowing you’re there can mean all the difference. Knowing it’s even part of how seasons come and go will help you to be patient.

You are not alone.

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bloom.

bloom.

by Kathleen Moulton ♥ 2 Comments

We all face seasons of barrenness.

Times when things look bleak.

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But beneath the surface, there is hope.

Life will bloom again.

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take heart.

take heart.

by Kathleen Moulton

The tell-tale signs are there.

Here, in the Northeast, the vibrant greens are slowly fading. A heavy dew clings to spent flowers.  And at night, there is a slight chill in the air.

Our lives are like that. We have seasons that begin and end. Seasons of calm and seasons of unrest.

What season are you in? Are you in a restful place of summer sunsets by the ocean? Or are you feeling desolate like a dreary, winter day?

Remember, seasons always end. But a new one is about to begin! Yes, even the cold winter sparkles.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed, distraught, or lonely, take heart. It won’t last forever.

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seasons.

seasons.

by Kathleen Moulton

If we’re honest, we want it to be summer every day.

We want smooth sailing on calm waters with gentle breezes.

We don’t like our lives to be disturbed with loss, sorrow, or failure.

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We know a storm will eventually kick up, but we are still surprised when it happens to us.

Prepare yourself to endure seasons that are unpleasant, knowing that seasons always, end and another begins.

Life is a series of wonder and beauty. When you face sadness, you learn to value happiness all the more.

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only believe.

only believe.

by Kathleen Moulton ♥ 2 Comments

Every year, I am amazed at the transformation that takes place from winter to spring. Ice and snow seem ripped away, exposing scarred lawns of dead grass.  Lifeless trees look ghostly against the sky.  And mud is everywhere, making everything look dirty.

But then, it happens.

The prelude begins with fresh, green shoots poking out from beneath dead leaves. Delicate buds form on the tree limbs. The mud disappears. And the gentle rain washes everything new.

Life is like that.

There are seasons of waiting, wondering, and yes, even weeping. Times of feeling like everything has been stripped away, leaving you exposed.

It won’t last forever.

God figured hope in the equation. And just like the hope of spring is a certainty, whatever you are going through will change – for certain.

Tomorrow is a new day. A new season awaits you.

Only believe.

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seasons.

seasons.

by Kathleen Moulton

If you have the pleasure of living where there are 4 seasons (as defined by the clear observation of buds, green leaves, colored leaves, no leaves), then you really understand the end of one season and the beginning of another.

Looking at life as seasons really helps when you’re hurting.

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Some seasons feel very long. Winter seems to hang on in some places.

Listen. There’s some pretty awful heartache out there. And your pain may feel like winter; never-ending. But I promise you that spring will come again.

So for now, it’s okay to hunker down. And wait.

predictable.

predictable.

by Kathleen Moulton

The earth is designed to heal itself and bring forth life.

Sometimes, we have a hand in it.

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Sometimes we don’t.

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The seasons come and go with predictability. Birds migrate to their intended destinations and butterflies shed their cocoon and take flight. The depths of the sea hide mysteries undiscovered and the stars take their position in the universe. Ice storms prune the forests and wildfires generate new growth.

Life is unpredictable.

But some things are not.

Cling to what you know!

seasons.

seasons.

by Kathleen Moulton ♥ 2 Comments

If you have the pleasure of living where there are 4 seasons (as defined by the clear observation of buds, green leaves, colored leaves, no leaves), then you really understand the end of one season and the beginning of another.

Don’t get me wrong southern friends – it’s just that your seasons aren’t so obvious. Although, I’ve been told some southern states have primarily 2 seasons: hot and rainy.

Either way, looking at life as seasons really helps when you’re hurting.

Some seasons feel very long. In some northern states, winter seems to hang on. Sometimes I think us Northerners have a bit of an edge over the Southerners since we really know what the hope of spring means. Months of cold, gray skies makes you long for warm sunshine.

Listen. There’s some pretty awful heartache out there. And your pain may be feel like winter in the North; never-ending. But I promise you that spring will come again.

So for now, it’s okay to hunker down.