The Season I’m In

Last week, I attended two funerals.

At this stage of life, that’s becoming more common than I’d like to admit. You begin to realize that life has seasons, and eventually you find yourself in one where reminders of time, loss, and eternity seem to arrive more often.

Funerals have a way of making a man stop and think.

Not about success. Not about possessions. Not about the things we once chased so hard.

They make you think about what truly mattered.

As I sat there listening to stories about the lives of two different people, I found myself reflecting on my own journey—the roads I’ve traveled, the mistakes I’ve made, and the grace God has shown me despite all of it.

The truth is, there were many moments in my life where things could have ended very differently.

Looking back now, I can clearly see how the Lord carried me through seasons where I was not listening, not surrendering, and certainly not following His direction. Yet somehow, even in my rebellion, He never stopped pursuing me.

That realization humbles me more today than ever before.

I’ve written often about consequences, brokenness, and redemption because those things are part of my story. They are woven throughout the pages of the book I’m writing and throughout the life I’ve lived. But as I grow older, another theme keeps becoming clearer:

Gratitude.

Gratitude for another day. Gratitude for good health. Gratitude for purpose. And gratitude that God did not leave me where I was.

There was a time when I believed the journey belonged to me—that I could direct it, control it, and shape it according to my own plans. But experience has taught me something very different.

The journey was never mine to begin with.

If we are willing to listen, truly listen, God will guide us where He wants us to go. Sometimes gently. Sometimes through hard lessons. Sometimes, through seasons that force us to slow down long enough to hear Him again.

That’s the season I find myself in now.

Not a season of striving—but of reflection. Not a season of running—but of gratitude. And perhaps most importantly, a season of recognizing that every good thing in my life today came from the mercy and patience of God.

Life moves quickly.

And the older I get, the more I understand that the most meaningful thing any of us can do is walk closely with the Lord while we still have time.

Because in the end, His will—not ours—is the path that truly leads us home.