an the seasons

As the year has its seasons, so does a momma’s heart.

This morning I’m sitting in the living room, looking out the window with my one cup of coffee for the day—yes, just one. I watch the snow fall, and it reminds me how life moves in seasons, each one carrying its own worries, prayers, and lessons.

When my kids were babies, my prayers were simple but constant: Lord, keep them healthy. And when they got sick, I prayed for wisdom—Is this an ER situation or just a cold that will pass by morning?

When they became toddlers, the prayers shifted to: Lord, please don’t let them bust their head open… or swallow anything that clearly says “not edible.”

School age brought a whole new prayer list: protection from kidnappers with candy, white vans, and suspicious “lost puppies.”

Then came the teenage years. Whew. Those prayers got serious. Protection from the wrong crowd, strength to say no to substances that harm them, and wisdom in choosing the right boy or girl—because let’s be honest, all relationships must be momma and Papi approved.

Now my children are adults, and the prayers continue—just different. In this season, I pray for provision, health, and peace over them and my grand-loves. I pray for God to touch and heal wounded hearts, especially for those who have lost their way home.

Because only someone who has been lost truly understands the urgency of finding the way back.

I get lost more often than I’d like to admit—and it’s always THE GPS’s fault. That thing has no sense of direction and clearly knows nothing. When I realize I’m lost, that sinking feeling hits, the sweats start, and I have to remind myself: Don’t panic. There’s a way back to the road. This is a puzzle—solve it.

But sometimes, when you’re lost and panicking, you don’t even realize you need to get back on the road. Instead, you end up driving in unending circles. And eventually, you reach the point where there’s nothing left to do but turn on the GPS and trust the directions it gives you.

That’s my prayer for my children—that in seasons when they feel lost or stuck in circles, they will reach out to God and allow Him to lead them home… back to peace, safety, and rest.

This morning I also noticed our family van—Pearl. Right now, she doesn’t look like a shiny pearl. She looks more like a pearl that desperately needs to be washed and polished. And honestly, so do we. Daily. We need to come to Father God, ask for forgiveness, and trust that He sees us through the eyes of His Son—washed as white as snow.

So momma, whatever season you’re in, keep praying. Keep trusting. Keep believing. Those prayers will be answered—often in the most unexpected ways. And you know why? Because that’s what makes them memorable and unforgettable.

The lost will find their way back home… at just the right time.

Isaiah 1:18

“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the Lord. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.