One of the things that I love about living in Wisconsin is that we get to fully experience four seasons. I know, I know, I must be crazy talking about that on a day when it is the first day in March and we had snow all day. In all honesty though, I truly love the seasons here in Wisconsin. Always changing, yet somehow constant in the anticipated change. Can’t this be true to the seasons throughout our lives?

A year ago today we were signed onto a private domestic agency. We were home study licensed. We had stars in our eyes and a skip in our step. Our profile had even been shown. Flash forward to now and we have cut complete ties with our agency (let me tell you, it’s like a break up), our home study has expired, and we aren’t quite sure where we are heading (although, don’t let us fool you…we have a hunch). Sounds awful, right?

Newsflash! It’s not. We can feel that our seasons are changing. Having grown up in the Midwest my entire life, I know how hard winter can be. Long, dark days. Bitter cold temperatures. Hazardous driving conditions. But for those of you who live in the Midwest, would spring be as sweet? The very first day of spring when the sun kisses your skin. The smell of wet asphalt after a warm spring rain. The very first tiny buds on the trees. The sign that Mother Earth is coming to life again. This is like our journey. Throughout our winter, which at times felt very long and very dark, we laid low. We nestled in. Hey, some may say we even hibernated (sorry to those of you who haven’t seen us in quite some time). But we are waking up. We are feeling renewed and refreshed. We are ready to head into our spring.

The seasons are always changing, but we can always count on the change. Thank God for that.

The Mamas and The Papas said it quite well, “To everything-turn, turn turn. There is a season-turn, turn, turn. And a time for every purpose under heaven.”

~Chelsea