The Dry Season

Have you ever had a dry season? A spiritual dry season? A season where your prayers aren’t answered, the days seem to fly like the wind and your heart numbs inside your chest. I feel as though this is my season, a very dry and dull season. I feel as though this is the season I try to fight from the moment I could understand it. The season where nothing happens. Days drag by and three months seem like one single month. January magically turns to March while February disappears with the night. The weekends turn into a lunch hour with fleeting moments of relaxation and too many tasks to keep up.

I remember fighting the boring moments with make-believe worlds of me being somewhere else, someone else in a different. Where life has constant movement, constant distraction unlike that now with days making us all older. Age like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly only to be hit by a car. Age like this dry season is something you can fight because it is going to happen at some point in time. Lines will deepen, dark hair will fade to gray, smooth hands will turn wrinkled, and things will most definitely change.

This dry season I tell myself is a lesson. This has to be a lesson by God for me, it has to be else my depression would hang over my head like a cloud and the weight heavy and dark. Has anyone ever felt that? Am I the only one? I also tell myself that this season is temporary, like the snowy weather here. It’s only a moment, a chapter of this life.