I think I’ll miss the fireflies the most.
At dusk, summer evenings offer an enchanting light display, as fireflies dance over the farm field behind our house. I call it the God Show.
And I’ll miss watching it.
As I witnessed a lone bulldozer grab its first fistful of dirt to make way for a new development, I knew my peaceful farm field would soon be crawling with construction crews instead of lightning bugs.
It’s a season of change.
——-
I think I’ll miss the spontaneity the most.
When your family lives eight minutes away, it’s easy to make last-minute plans to meet at the pool or get together for a game of Monopoly.
When they live 40 minutes away, a little more planning is required.
But when their dream of living out in the country is finally coming true, it’s hard not to be excited for them – even if it means things will be different.
It’s a season of change.
——-
I think I’ll miss the human creativity the most.
Freelance writing has always been a roller coaster. During the decade that I’ve been on this ride, the workload has typically been feast or famine.
But now, AI has taken over the amusement park.
I’m battling bots for work projects and need to consider new business strategies.
It’s a season of change.
——-
I think I’ll miss the memories the most.
Aching joints. Wrinkling skin. Graying hair. Aging comes with many challenges.
But seeing parents age may top them all.
It requires a slower pace. Patience. Finding new ways to make memories—even if the moments may be forgotten tomorrow.
It’s a season of change.
——-
I used to be terrified of change.
I hated it. I always found it hard to adapt, and major changes hit me like a wrecking ball.
Then things changed.
I started seeing life in chapters. I started appreciating seasons. I began to trust God more with whatever He has for me next.
It’s quite freeing.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.
— Ecclesiastes 3:1
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
— Romans 8:28
During this season of change, I’m leaning into these truths.
As I see chapters closing, I realize new ones are about to be written. And as I mourn the end of previous eras, I anticipate the adventures that await.





