It’s 4:23 a.m. on Easter Sunday and I’m standing in my little greenhouse, looking at spinach that decided overnight… it was done.
Tall stems where leaves used to be. Little flowers where nourishment used to grow.
Bolting.
Translation? “It’s too hot for what I used to do.”
And for a second, I felt disappointed. Like I did something wrong. Like I missed a window. Like I should’ve held on longer.
But spinach doesn’t argue with the season.
It doesn’t force itself to keep producing what the environment no longer supports. It shifts.
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” — Ecclesiastes 3:1
And standing there, I realized… Some of us are still trying to produce peace in places that have already gotten too hot.
Still trying to hold conversations that only grow bitterness. Still trying to get nourishment from situations that have already shifted into something else.
And we call it perseverance. But sometimes…
It’s just a season that’s ended. The spinach didn’t fail. The season changed.
And instead of forcing leaves that would turn bitter anyway… it moved on to producing something new.
Seeds.
Future.
What’s next.
And maybe that’s where I am too.
Not failing.
Not falling apart.
Not losing ground.
Just recognizing that I don’t have to keep forcing what no longer grows here.
Because the work of the Cross didn’t just prove He could get up… it proved that endings don’t get the final say.
So I don’t have to panic when something stops producing. Idon’t have to force life out of what has already shifted. And I don’t have to sit in disappointment like something has gone wrong.
Nothing went wrong.
The season changed.
And the same God who allowed this one to close… is already making room for what comes next. And instead of holding on too tight… I’m learning how to release without fear.
“Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth…” — Isaiah 43:18–19
So I’m not mourning what bolted. I’m watching for what’s about to spring up.
Love, Chelle
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