Keep Moving Forward

Bluebird_smA friend once told me that her favorite season was fall because winter was too cold, summer was too hot, and spring felt like too much pressure. All those blooming flowers and sprouting leaves feel like too much sometimes, and this year, I agree. Spring sometimes feels like it forces us to be happy, cheerful, and refreshed. Winter may bury us in snow and summer overwhelms us with heat, but fall can be a nice balance of both, plus you get lots of freshly-picked apples and pumpkin pie.

So where does that leave us in spring? Particularly people like me, and maybe you, who are not really feeling like being cheerful and happy and refreshed every day, and sometimes just want winter to come back so I can put on sweatpants and go back to bed, preferably with hot chocolate. And maybe where you are, it’s already summer. But in Michigan we are just now reaching 80 degrees and I’m just now feeling like I can safely put away my sweaters.

We may have a hard time getting motivated, or moving forward, or even going outside. So if you’re like me, take this time, this season, to just keep moving forward. If you can, when you can. Dory in Finding Nemo said, “just keep swimming”. One of my favorite authors/activists, Glennon Doyle Melton, of the blog Momastery says “Just do the next right thing.” Scripture reminds us that we “walk by faith, not by sight.” We don’t know where the path leads; we don’t know where the next valley is; all we know, all we can do, is this next good thing. So we swim the next length of the pool, we do the next thing that seems right, and we keep moving forward, believing, somehow, that God will find us there.

If you are where I often am, be kind to others, and try to extend that kindness to yourself. Even if you feel turned around, try to take a step in the direction that seems best. Move forward, but take your time. We make mistakes, and we try again. Ask questions, and reach out when you need help. And hand-in-hand, we go forward, even slowly. We wait for the moments when hope lands on our shoulder like the proverbial “bluebird of happiness”, and we will feel more like ourselves. We will feel energized, and encouraged, and like being out in the sunshine (even of summer!).

Photo Credit: Donyale Leslie

Photo Credit: Donyale Leslie

Kimberly McClung DeVries was raised in a minister’s family, first overseas as missionaries and then in Georgia. She attended the University of Georgia to receive a degree in telecommunications, worked briefly in that field, and then went to law school instead, also in Athens. She has worked as a public defender and for a legal aid agency, and now resides in Michigan with her husband and two boys. Kimberly’s current life experiences seem to be focusing on pushing her out of her comfort zone, and that is the theme of her current writing.

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