The party was crowded last night and I was a complete wall flower, as in INVISIBLE! For some reason my posts didn’t show up in the Twitter thread – I’d make comments and ask questions, but no one saw me. I was a technicality outcast last night and I didn’t like it one bit. The host of the party, Kate Motaung, who holds this crazy Five Minute Friday party every Thursday night had no idea I was there because I was virtually INVISIBLE!
00.00 Timer is set
Have you ever felt like that? You are present but no one sees you? No one hears you? I don’t like the word this week because it reminds me of my earthly mortality – yes, I know I’m going to heaven. Yes, I don’t fear death. No, I don’t want to go yet. Not yet, you see I love life and this time in God’s history? Is pretty exciting, scary at times but definitely anticipatory. The word I don’t like?
I have been young, and now I am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his (her) children begging bread. Psalm 37.25
The seasons of life.
Seasons come – seasons go.
The day my mother died was the exact moment I entered “this” season. I no longer had a Mom – I instantly became the matriarch of the family. My sister and I were left with her prayer mantle and ministry. She was a pray-er and an encourager.
I remember the day my Grandmother Emily passed away and my own mother said, “I’m it – I’m the next generation.”
This may sound morbid and foreboding but I don’t mean it to – it is life, and I love mine! It is God’s design, which makes it perfect. Throughout the Old Testament we read about men and women getting old. We read the “begats” –
because after this season,
the eternal season begins…
05:00 Time’s up.
Good To Be Alive by Jason Gray
Great post, neighbor. It was a tough word indeed. I think any season we’re currently in can be unsettling. It is a good thing seasons change though. That way life will never get boring. Abundant blessings to you, Susan!
Mari-Anna, what a beautiful name! I’m glad someone else thought the word tough!!!
I love this post. This season of my life is the culmination of all the other seasons and it is so RICH and so FULL in so many ways. And I know that this season, God willing that I live to another season, will bloom into a new one (that will hopefully hold grandchildren!).
“The day my mother died was the exact moment I entered “this” season.” Yes. I get that absolutely. And when my father died almost two years ago, though he and I were not as close, that cemented it.
Love your writing, sweet friend. You are just blossoming!
Is blossoming the next season? 😉
Dianne Thornton says
I’ve never thought about a parent’s passing as the marker of a new phase. But indeed it is.
You are definitely blossoming in your season.. you are such an encourager and pray-er, our 31 Day group wouldn’t be the same without you. (And not just because you rock at posting the link ups.) 😉 I agree this is a tough word, maybe because it goes along with another word that I don’t like- CHANGE. LOL
I love Jason Gray! I take comfort in knowing Laura has begun her eternal life with her dear husband Rod and Jesus. I’m parked over in the #46 spot.
I actually like the word seasons, but my first thought was about seasons of the year rather than seasons of life. There is a quote by Madeline L’Engle that I live. I have it written in a journal. “The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.” Blessings to you, Susan!
I meant to say a quote I like, not I live. LOL
Mary Geisen says
I understand this season so well. You definitely transition into territory that is familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time because you know your mom has been preparing you for it. Beautiful words today!!!
I was at The Twitter party but you were hidden well! 🙂 I didn’t “See” you.
That happened to me and Ruthie one week early in my twitter days…we were invisible, but we had each other. I had changed my settings. UGH, I hate that!
What a neat thought…the true circle of life. One generation passes to eternity and the next steps up to the mantle. One I hadn’t considered before. Thanks Susan!
Whew. This one hits me. I’m the oldest child, and while my parents both have longevity in their families, I know that one day things will fall to me. Things that they take care of right now. My brother and I actually discussed this last week as we spent the day back pies together; about how one day we’ll be the ones to handle all of the Thanksgiving prep.
It’s a sobering thought.
Also a good kick in the pants to enjoy this day, this moment, and remember that God will give me what I need when that time comes.
Jeanne Takenaka says
Susan, the memories you have of your mom and your grandma are sweet. When my grandparents died, I remembered thinking that the time would come when I was the older generation. My parents are both still here, but I know there will be a day when I’m the matriarch. Kind of overwhelming. I’m not in a hurry for that season, but I trust that God prepares each of us for the seasons He draws us into.
Hey friend… just so you know – I was mostly invisible too! I didn’t realize it for awhile because I was commenting and posting away – but alas… none of them posted? I was using tweetchat so when I left that and went straight to Twitter – well, that worked better! 😉 There was some sort of weird glitch last night! Several of us were having issues! You were missed – even though you were there! xoxo
I see you and I hear you loud and clear. And this post resonated so deeply with me. I love my mom, and this sweet season with her being Grandma to my sons… but another season will be hear before I know it. Living one season at a time. I have sincere love for you! – Wen
Debbie W. says
I’m in that season, and turning 65 this year with two baby grandsons I so want to see them grow up, but I am leaving a legacy on my blog just in case. I love this season but miss my parents. Hanging the ornaments on the tree tonight brought a few tears as I hung ornaments Mom gave me and then the one with Mom, Dad, and my sisters when we were little.
Beautiful post. Thanks for sharing.
Friend…so sorry to hear that you werent being seen at the party. I wondered what happened to your tweets? I know how important it is to be seen and how upsetting it is to seem invisible in a conversation. Thank you for letting us know that you were there.
This is an interesting reflection on seasons. Something I hadn’t considered but makes me think. My grandparents are both with the Father but I know and saw how hard it was for my parents to deal with the transition of this loss.