**One from the archives, but still so true today.
The seasons change outside my window as do the seasons in my home. Our family is in a season of change. The little children who once clamored at my feet are now teens stretching their wings toward young adulthood. Time that was once spent tending their needs is now time searching for a new direction.
As I stand in this season of change, I struggle with the letting go of things; the stepping away from the previous demands. Yes, laundry still calls and meals need prepared..but it's different now. Decisions we use to make for them or with them they now make on their own. My heart struggles with the letting go..my mind wrestles with the notion of holding on and of letting go. More and more their lives take them away from home; it's harder to gather together- to have hands all around.
I find myself longing for the days when we tripped over each other in the kitchen and piled on the couch for a read aloud. Chairs around the table are no longer filled with chattering children all talking at once (and fighting over the last biscuit). More and more duties are done quietly alone just farm boy and me..and all too soon he will find his time filled elsewhere.
Yes, it's true..here on our little farm we are in a season of change.