seasonings

Today was just like most other days. Once we got home from school, my 4-year-old hit the floor running. Whew! In between trying to get dinner ready, and snacks for my older child and her friend, I chased her all over. Among other exciting things, she stripped naked and flushed the potty enough to slow down Niagara Falls. Because she was previously petrified of the bathroom, I’m trying to encourage her to sit on the potty and not be afraid when it flushes. Sadly, I seem to get agitated after too much potty time, and from what my other friends with autistic children have told me, I’m in for the long haul.

After 15 minutes in our tiny hall bath, I had to step out and pray, “Lord, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I feel like I’m going to lose it!” I walked around for a moment, and He gave me strength to go back.

After my husband got home and relieved me from potty duty, I went back to the kitchen to cook and thought about seasons and seasonings. One of the most comforting thoughts to me is that all hard times are just seasons—they don’t last forever. And seasonings make food so much more interesting. So, the two ideas meshed for me. My life is being seasoned by the season I’m living in. These seemingly eternal developmental phases are just temporary, but they’re making me a more interesting and better person. God is seasoning me!

So, next time you see me, make sure to tell me how spicy I’m looking.