This Is Just the Season ?
☁️ The First Fluff
“It’s Just a Season” (Apparently)
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”
— Ecclesiastes 3:1
You ever hear someone say “It’s just a season” and feel your soul roll its eyes?
Because what even is this season?
I didn’t sign up for The Wilderness: Extended Cut. I didn’t consent to be the main character in Waiting: The Sequel.
And yet — here I am. Tired. Confused. Dramatically laying on the floor with zero plot progression.
And everyone’s advice?
“Trust God. It’s just a season.”
But this season has lasted three Spotify Wrapped cycles.
Sure, sure. I know it’s biblical. I just didn’t think my season would come with this much uncertainty and this little closure.
💔 When Life Moves Without You
It started with a text:
“Omg V call me I have something to tell you 😭😭😭”
No punctuation. All caps. Triple cry-face emoji.
This wasn’t just news. This was News™.
And yet… my stomach dropped.
Not from excitement, but dread.
I know, I know. This is the part where I sound like a terrible friend. But I couldn’t do another victory lap for someone else while my life felt like a spiritual standstill with bad lighting.
At the time, I was working 12-hour days for a boss who proudly declared she wasn’t “a people person” — as if being a raging emotional hazard was a quirky personality trait.
You are middle management, Susan. Your job is literally managing people.
I had no energy left to meet new friends, no bandwidth to plan dinners, no desire to keep trying. Everything felt like static. Like I was showing up to a life that had already left without me.
I answered the call. She was breathless.
“I just wanted to tell you… I got engaged!!!”
Cue: cue the fake enthusiasm so good it deserved an Oscar.
“Oh my gosh, amazing!” I said, while my internal monologue collapsed face-first into a pillow and quietly sobbed.
I hung up, went to the bathroom, and cried into a stack of stolen workplace tissues like it was a personal brand.
🤷♀️ So What Is This Season For?
Everyone says God is doing something behind the scenes.
But what if I don’t want behind-the-scenes anymore?
What if I want front-row tickets, clarity, and maybe a divine keynote presentation outlining my next steps in 12pt Arial?
I know I’m supposed to be patient.
I know “character is being built.”
But I would also like to opt out of this character arc, thanks.
“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”
— Romans 5:3–4
Hope. Yes. I remember her. Vaguely. From before this season started.
She was fun. We should catch up.
😵💫 The Chewing Breakdown
It all came to a head one night when I started crying because... chewing felt too hard.
Not in the “this steak is tough” kind of way.
In the “I am emotionally, spiritually, and biologically too tired to chew this piece of rice” kind of way.
To be fair, my iron levels were in the gutter. My body was technically trying to run on vibes and a half-dissolved vitamin B supplement.
But still. That didn’t explain the existential meltdown I had halfway through a lukewarm sushi roll.
I hated everything. I hated my job. I hated the stupid planner I bought to “get my life back together.” I hated that every sermon sounded like a Pinterest quote and that God kept whispering "wait" when all I wanted was “here’s the thing, in bullet points.”
I remember lying on my bedroom floor — lights off, blinds closed, chewing defeated — thinking:
“If this is the season, then I would like a refund, please.”
And yes, I know I’m not supposed to compare myself to Job. But let’s be real. Job got a whole biblical book. I can’t even get a therapist who doesn’t have a six-month waitlist.
🌧️ God Might Not End It — But He’ll Walk With You
Still, slowly — almost insultingly slowly — something started to shift.
Not because the season ended. It didn’t.
Not because I got a miraculous answer. I didn’t.
But I started noticing that even in the middle of the mess, tiny slivers of softness kept showing up.
A friend sent me a meme that made me laugh-snort for the first time in weeks.
A stranger bought my coffee.
A song I usually skipped suddenly sounded like a prayer I didn’t know I’d been praying.
And maybe that’s what God means when He says He’s with us.
Not in big, booming fireworks. But in the tiniest nudge that says,
“You’re still here. I see you.”
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.”
— Isaiah 43:2
☕ The Little Things That Carried Me
I started chasing the things that made me feel 1% more alive.
Tiny rituals. A walk to my favourite overpriced café. A message from a friend who remembered how I take my tea.
I didn’t suddenly feel healed or transformed or enlightened.
But I felt held. Just enough to keep going.
One afternoon, I sat in the sun holding a coffee I didn’t have time to drink, and for two minutes I thought:
“I’m okay. Not great. But okay.”
And honestly? That was enough.
⌛ How Seasons Actually End (Spoiler: Gradually)
So how do you end a season?
You don’t.
Not like closing a chapter.
More like outgrowing a sweater. One day, the heaviness doesn’t cling like it used to. It’s still there. But it fits looser. You move through it better.
And until then?
You breathe. You spiral. You pray weird, jumbled, angry-proud-exhausted prayers.
You keep showing up.
And you trust that God, the actual Author of Time™, knows what He’s doing — even if you don’t.
“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
— Joshua 1:9
☁️ The Final Fluff
✔ Yes, this season is annoying.
✔ No, it won’t last forever.
✔ God is not wasting it — even if it feels like it.
✔ You are allowed to be tired and faithful at the same time.
✔ And if you needed a sign to keep going?
This is it.
“Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.”
— Matthew 5:7
Marshmallow Toast: Still spiralling. Still standing. Still in season — but no longer alone in it.
