By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Transition – ugh. That space between one place and another.
Like a portal or threshold between what was and what will be.
I once heard a preacher say that death itself didn’t bother him. It was the “getting dead” part he didn’t like.
But transition is also about life, and without it, everything comes to a standstill.
In my neck o’ the woods, spring signals a transition called calving, and the pastures bloom with gamboling newborns. As a mother myself, I know those bovine mamas came to a moment of transition when everything in them said push. That’s the hard, but essential, part for a new beginning.
Sometimes it’s the everyday push that makes me weary—the pressing on, the longing for change, or the next phase in my career and personal relationships. And then I read Paul’s words to the Corinthians that “our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all” (2 Cor. 4:17 NIV).
I read about Jesus, our Author, “who for the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross” (Heb. 12:2).
This spring as bulbs push to blooms and brown breaks out in green, may we remember that transition doesn’t last forever.
And that in God’s economy, what’s waiting on the other side is always worth the effort.
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