For the last few years, I have been in an extended period of discernment. For many months, I found myself constantly asking whether I should take on something new, stop doing something else, or change direction entirely. I felt unsettled, no longer at home in certain aspects of my life and work. The winds of change were blowing, but I had no idea where they would take me. What was clear was that I was entering a new season, in my life and in my ministry.
Now it is winter. I don’t mean actual winter, but a metaphorical winter, divorced from the timetables of the seasons in the natural world. My “winter” began in July 2020, when I stepped away from working in pastoral ministry for an undetermined period of time.
As I move through this transition, I’ve been imagining myself as a tree, rooted and growing. Like a tree shedding its leaves in autumn and moving into a period of dormancy in winter, I know that winter is not the end. Spring will come again, and summer will follow, each in their own time. Read more