“Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.” Matthew 11:28-30, MSG. . Learning the unforced rhythms of grace is not always easy. I, like many others, have a mental picture of what balance should look like. Balance makes sense. Balance is what should allow me to keep moving, stay stable, and not be overcome with the heaviness of life. I find it interesting though that God addresses my desire for controllable life balance with instead the idea of seasons. Seasons are natural. They follow one after the another because it’s a progression that must happen for life to thrive. Summer is wonderful, but without fall everything would burn under the heat. Winter is a nice time to hibernate for a while, but without spring we would constantly be desiring that time of new life and growth. . I push away seasons of life away because they don’t fit into my forced form of “balance.” But, maybe like the rhythmic waves of the ocean, seasons are his way of leading us gracefully, and meant to be allowed space to refine us, love us, and mold us. He gives us seasons of work, seasons of play, seasons of growing pains, seasons of hard lessons, and seasons of utter joy. The Word says there is a time for every season, encouraging us to embrace where we are and not have to feel like we have to fight for this perfect idea of constant balance. I think this is God’s way of giving us those unforced rhythms of grace. Because this way, it’s like he’s saying it’s ok to go through seasons where the laundry never reaches gets up off the floor, seasons where you just need to stay home, seasons where you’re crazy in love with Christ and seasons where you’re seeking answers. In my grappling for balance and control, this gives me peace: knowing that this season is holy ground being worked by his hands.