Thursday, February 2, 2012


Seasons are a funny thing. Not the spring, summer, winter kind of seasons (though, ironically, the above picture depicts exactly what I mean using the seasons of the year) but the passing periods of time that require certain things of us. Like seasons of friendships, seasons of a certain career, seasons of specific ages of your children, or seasons of God-given trials in life that result in learning and growth. Seasons.

I feel like being in the military makes friendships seasonal- for better or worse. For me, friends come and go in waves; never one at a time. About a year and a half ago I found myself with a group of quality friends, but within about three months they each moved away or things occurred that caused a divide. Then came the period of rebuilding. I look around now and realize I am once again surrounded by friends. Actually, I realized the other day that I have never had such a large number of such quality, real friends in my life. I have, really, about 8 incredibly solid girlfriends in my life that I consider myself close to. And I guess it's normal for me to have a lot of friends in general because I am a social girl- I LOVE knowing and being in relationship with people. You know when you're in school and your parents go to parent/teacher conferences? And while they're there the teacher has to find a nice way to talk about the things you do that drive them crazy? You know, like when they say, "Oh yes, Lauren is quite a social butterfly; she has such charisma." When what they really mean is "Lauren won't stop talking to the people around her and I'm about to throw her out the window." ;) I have always loved people. And my favorite thing in life is to be in relationship with those around me. It's why I loved teaching. I love music and singing, but what I loved most were the precious relationships with the students that were fostered because of teaching them music.

Yet once again, this summer most of my current girlfriends will be leaving and I'll find myself having to rebuild my world. And in December it will be me who leaves. To yet again, rebuild.


Sometimes this phenomenon sucks and I feel alone. Sometimes I get tired of having friends who have only known me for a few months of my life. It's hard to have history. And it's what makes friendships hard to upkeep because I have literally TONS of friends across the U.S. and when I have a spare group of minutes with which to make a phone call I don't even know where to start because it's been months since I've talked to anyone. But other times it rocks because I love meeting new people, I have learned that there are cool people everywhere you go, and I love being shaped and impacted by each incredible person who touches my life. It has taught me how to both hang on to friendships and let go of friendships. Sometimes at the same time with the same person. Don't ask me to explain what I mean by that because I'm not sure I have understood it well enough yet to put it into words.

I was thinking about seasons of friendships this morning while hanging out with one of those 8 girlfriends who is in the "rebuilding" season right now. The good thing is that it's always moving and the ebb doesn't stick around forever- the tide always comes back in.

Alright, that was waxing on corny-poetic there. I'm cutting myself off.

But the word season has been on my mind in other ways lately, too- Roman is in a season of Toddlerhood. Liam is in a far-too-brief-but-not-fast-enough season of Newborness. Both technical terms. Seriously, go look them up. I'm sure Webster lists them.

And the season of moving and starting a new life in a new place yet again. But for what is HOPEFULLY the last time. We are 10 months away from leaving this beautiful, tropical rock in the Pacific and going to [what we believe AT THIS MOMENT to be] Charlottesville, Virginia.


Nothing in life stays the same forever. Sometimes that's a sad reality- when we find ourselves in a particularly sweet season, it hurts to think of a time when it will end. Other times it's encouraging and the only way we survive a horribly painful season. We grow, we change, we learn, and we move on.

I'm torn between quoting the lyrics from a 60's era song or quoting Bible scripture. Both say the same thing.

"A time to weep and a time to dance, turn, turn, turn." That about sums it up. ;)


Oh, and the update for Day #2 of Romance Month- today will consist of a 30-minute long back massage while he watches any television program he chooses. :)


  1. I'm glad to read this today. All of us face these "seasons" in our lives, and sometimes it's nice to know other people are going through it too. Great post!

  2. Thanks Katie! I like knowing you're going through it with me. :) it's fun to hear from you.

  3. I love that you are getting loved on and loving some good people right now. Hugs from Maryland.