Seasons Change…But God
What did you dream of doing/being “when you grew up”? Are you doing it? For many of us, what we dreamed of becoming may not be what we are currently doing. If you are like me, somewhere along the way you made a change—whether you wanted to or not. Seasons of life bring change. Does change mean you failed at what you tried? Or could it mean that choices were made along the way that have brought you to a different place than you planned?
I didn’t dream of being an entrepreneur and owning my own business but it happened (with a lot of hard work). And I didn’t dream that I wouldn’t be working as an entrepreneur in a business I loved—it happened also. Seasons changed. But God.
Ecclesiastes 3 (or maybe The Byrds!) is commonly what springs to mind when we say “seasons”: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven….”. Some of the seasons I loved and wanted and were easy; some of the seasons have been very painful and not what I wanted! But just as I can’t live in spring or fall only, my journey of family and business has also not stayed still in my favorite season. You can’t have it all.
Season One
I began my company with three other women the year my husband began law school. We lived on school loans and lacked for nothing. We were young, had amazing friends, a tiny little adorable rental house, parents who occasionally came to town and took us to dinner and maybe slipped us a $20. We had nothing to lose—we agreed that at the end of 3 years (law school duration) one of us would have a job. And we did—we both did.
Season Two
After three years, my company was great, we had had our first child and I was in my dream place, working and traveling with baby in tow, doing what I loved and was passionate about. My husband had graduated, had clerked in several firms during his summers, and had multiple offers in the city we wanted to live in. It was all “perfect”. But choices began and seasons changed.
Season Three
Our company grew quickly and successfully. It was the glory days. I loved what I was doing and the people I was doing it with, and the demands of the balance of work and family were manageable. My husband and I made the choice for his career to join a law firm with more family-friendly expectations so that I could continue at the pace I was moving, and we could co-labor in child-rearing, traveling for work and managing life. He (we) made a choice that we thought was best for our family—he couldn’t have it all. It worked well for many years, weathering multiple children, lots of travel, a relocation and family changes. And then it didn’t.
Season Four
If you know me or about me, you know I love(d) working. I love study abroad and how people’s lives are changed through it. I love my company and all the people who have been and are involved with it. It’s the best in the world! But for me, 11 years and 4 children into it, the demands of what I loved doing came at a cost to my family that we decided was too much. I (we) made a choice that we thought was best for our family: I stepped back from working daily and changed roles.
I recognized that I couldn’t have it all and do it all without damaging some of the people I loved most (I know, fighting words). That wasn’t because I was a woman—my company was and is woman run. It was because it’s a false idea that anyone can have and do it all without costs and trade-offs—male or female. There are costs to success in any field, and I hit a season when I had to make choices not for the benefit of myself, but for the blessing of our group. For me, that meant that I needed to start a new season of being a full-time, at-home mom. It wasn’t a better or worse choice, but it was a choice that had to be made. It was a change of season for our family. And it was huge. But God?
Season Five
I grieved. We struggled. This was not the plan! This wasn’t how we had set up our household, our budget, our schedule, anything. My identity fell apart—it felt like who I was was gone; my identity, my family’s identity, my professional identity, my airline status, my “what do you do?” was all gone. I had to start again and it was a definite winter. I felt like God had pushed me off the edge of a cliff and it wasn’t what I wanted. But God.
Throughout scripture, those are two of my favorite words. God IS. He is always in control and nothing can thwart His plan. I did know that He was good, I was loved and just as we had done years before, we did again: one day at a time, trusting that though we were confident this new season was inside His will, that didn’t mean it was fun or easy. It lasted 10 years. And maybe it’s still lasting, I’ve just finally adjusted to my “new normal” (remind me I said that). It’s been challenging; it’s been costly; we’ve had to make other choices resulting from that choice; I miss what “was” some days - I loved the good times. There are days when I still would love to be back “how it was.” But that season is over. Isaiah reminds us, “Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing: now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” (Isaiah 43: 18-19). Look forward not backward. I am excited and expectant some days; nostalgic and a little sad on others. A change of season.
Season Six
Begun and yet to be written. Five kids, several new businesses and entrepreneurial journeys with my husband later. Do I know what is next? No. But God. Right? Right. I no longer even try to plan it out honestly. I try to do today with what God has given me today. Not tomorrow or next month or year. He gave me an amazing husband and co-laborer. We plan together; we work together; we dream together by God’s grace; we make hard choices together and try to consider what might be better for the other person and our family, and that might mean change for one of us; and He unfolds the season. Neither of us can do or have it all. “Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.” (Proverbs 19:21) What’s next? I’m still figuring that out! A new season…But God.
What’s your season?
It’s highly likely your seasons don’t look like mine. They shouldn’t. But they will exist: winter, spring, summer, fall. Some will be by your choosing: to marry or not, to birth kids or adopt or not, to take one job or another, to choose to be a stay-at-home mom or dad while the other spouse works full-time, or to both work outside full-time and share all the inside jobs; to invest or not. And some will be seasons not of your choosing: a divorce or death leaving you solo with or without kids; a child or spouse with a life-long medical condition that crushes your dreams for them (and you); financial struggles that mandate a plan you don’t want to execute, a relocation that isn’t voluntary, a mid-life career change that leaves you married to a person you didn’t bargain for. Some will be seasons you choose but don’t necessarily want to choose—those are the ones when you choose something that might put you second because you need to put someone else first.
What I have learned over the last 25 years is that seasons aren’t just a change in weather or age and stage of life. Seasons describe choices and decisions that you will make (or have made for you) regarding family, business, school, church, living location, and more. One thing I repeat regularly is that there are very few absolutes. There are seasons, and no season lasts forever. Making a change doesn’t mean right or wrong or failure at what you are changing. It means something new. And not “having it all” or “being able to do it all” isn’t based on gender. It’s based on the fact that I don’t live and operate in a me-vacuum. I live and operate within my family group, as a partner with my husband and a mother to the five loves of my life—four of those are girls, by the way. And my message is the same to all five of my kids: your goal can’t be to have and do it all. You will have to make choices for family and work and there are costs and trade-offs over your lifetime.
Who you are is not what you do; who you are is a person, made in the image of God, living on this planet with the mandate to love people and build relationships and be stewards in the world—as an employee or a business owner, a coach or nurse, a secretary or a teacher or lawyer or pilot or soldier or social-worker. What you do will likely change over your lifetime; who you are doesn’t. Your seasons - the barren and bountiful; the challenging and easy; in want and in plenty--they bring change, and that’s okay. It’s okay to “change the plan” and do something different. For every season there is a purpose….press on/in. More to come…
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Editor’s Note: If you liked this piece from Brittany, we encourage you to check out her other FDE blogs as well:
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