BY SHEPHARD VICTOR
As seasons come and go, one thing they quietly teach us is this:
“Every season has beauty, and every beauty carries its own tension.”
For instance, the cold weather feels comforting at first – cozy, calm, almost perfect. You wish it could last forever, then it deepens when snow falls, and roads freeze. The weather that once felt pleasant now feels restrictive.
Still, there is consolation in this truth: it is a phase. No season is permanent -neither the pleasant nor the uncomfortable.
In another season, the rains arrive, bringing cool air and relief, but also mud, stains, and inconvenience. Your shoes get dirty and muddy as the paths become unclear.
Before you know it, the rains fade, and dryness comes. At first, it feels like freedom, clear roads, firm ground, but as it intensifies, dust rises and discomfort returns.
This is how life works, brethren…
Our lives are arranged in seasons, and because creation itself is diverse, we do not all walk through the same seasons at the same time, or in the same order.
Even if we look alike, start together, or enter the same phase at once, our journeys are not identical.
Being in the same class, program, or moment, for example, does not make us mates in destiny.
Meanwhile, entering or starting together does not mean finishing together. Spring for one person may be winter for another, and someone else’s harvest does not mean your field is barren.
So, when another person steps into a season of visibility, joy, or celebration before you, it does not mean you have been forgotten. It simply means this is an individual race.
Scripture reminds us to run our race with patience, not with comparison, bitterness, and definitely not with anxiety.
The moment another person’s progress makes you feel less than who God says you are, you’ve stepped into dangerous territory – it means you have just enrolled into the school of witchcraft and about to receive ID card.
Comparison distorts vision. It steals joy. It poisons perspective.
Remember:
Each season has an assignment.
Each season has a lesson.
Each season has grace attached to it.
And Christ gives meaning to every season – whether it feels bright or burdensome.
Trust the wisdom of your timing.
Honor the season you are in.
And also remember: no season has the final word – Christ does.
May you really know Christ and be blessed!
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