In my neighborhood they are putting up new street lights. Cute black historic looking lights that will fit the beautiful old neighborhood I live in. However for weeks now, we have lived in a detour zone. Roads closed, as they tear up the road to install new electricity to run the lights. Step one which is preparing the way is needed before moving to Step 2 which is installing and making the lights work.
When I left for work yesterday, this was at the end of my road. Look closely on the left and you will see the big old white house.
I had to weave around the closed road sign to get out of my street. I looked around at the sign and it said DETOUR with signs pointing both ways. What the heck?
Instantly I felt like this sign was sometimes my life. How about you? Do you ever feel like your road is closed and that you need to detour but your detour could mean to go “this way” or it might mean to go “that way.” However your road is open to local traffic only and that allows some things to still come in. It could be good and could be not so good. Or maybe you just think it’s not good and it’s the best thing EVER.
Sometimes I don’t want even local traffic. I just want to be left alone. This is never a good thing. I fight myself sometimes allowing people to know my stuff. I am not a good sharer. My personality says otherwise. I am super friendly and I do love people. However I don’t really like to tell people my business. Local traffic only people and sometimes the road is closed.
This is a constant challenge. I am a small group leader for goodness sake. I am supposed to lead people into relationships. If I mention that I am unsure of myself I usually hear “Wow I thought you were super confident.” Nope, not close.
At work we have recently taken personality tests. I am a full blown helper, encourager and activists for others. Why is it so hard to allow others to do the same for me.
I was talking to one of my friends the other day about our DISC profiles and Love languages. I told him that I didn’t care what people thought of me. He laughed. Really Charma? That’s why you are so vain and self conscious. Oh well yeah, there’s that.
Recently some old photos popped up of me. Like 25-30 years ago. Just me, not the family, not the kids. I had gone to a friends house and we took fun pictures. I DO NOT like to have my picture taken. I DO NOT like what I see and I know, Love yourself. Love who you are. Love who you are becoming. Whatever…I don’t like what I see. However when I look at those pictures, I envy my previous self. I envy my perfect, non wrinkled skin, I envy my perfectly flat stomach. I miss those days.
I like these days too. I still do not like having my picture taken. I do enjoy my now adult children and my new son-in-law. I do love the freedom of coming and going whenever I please and not really having to check in with anyone. There are perks to NOW.
I tell people frequently who comment about the house or the furniture restoration that I am able to accomplish. If I had small children, I wouldn’t be doing this! I would be taking care of them just like you are. There is a season for all things. My season with littles has passed and sometimes I still mourn those times. God made me a Mom. Even if it was the hardest job I ever had, I love(d) every moment.
Some of the most quoted words of the Bible are from Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3 verse 1-8
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven; a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance; a time to throw stones, and time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silent, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace.”
This list represents all the seasons and the important matters of our lives. Some are happy times and some are sad. Some are productive while others seem like a waste of time. No matter what season you are in, remember that just because there might be a detour, this doesn’t have to mean the road is closed.