I can still remember the day when a coworker pointed out that, once my first baby was born, I should probably learn how to change a diaper without gloves on. I shuddered, because poop in any hospital setting is definitely something you wear gloves for. But 4 kids later, here I am with zero glove stash and a bag of dirty diapers I need to take out to the curb. The parable of the pear tree, y’all.
Yup: the parable of the pear tree. Now, this isn’t a parable from the scriptures. In fact, I don’t know where it’s from. I first heard it at a Ladies’ night activity at church. But it’s a good one. A really good one.
The Parable of the Pear Tree
So what is the parable of the pear tree?
A man had four daughters. He wanted them to learn a valuable lesson, so he sent them each on a quest: to observe a single pear tree.
Each daughter traveled to see the pear tree, though each went in a different season. The first daughter saw the tree in the winter. The second in spring. The third daughter saw it in summer. And the last saw it in fall.
When they all returned home from their travels, they told their father what they’d seen.
The first daughter said the tree was strong, wise, and glistened with light from the sparkling snow. She could see the tree’s inner strength defined.
The second daughter saw it covered in green buds and full of promise.
The third daughter described blossoms that smelled so sweet and a tree that was beautiful. She saw grace.
The last daughter saw a tree full of ripe fruit; she saw it full of life and fulfillment.
The father then explained to them that they were each right, but that each had only seen the tree during a single season. He lovingly reminded them that you cannot judge a tree – or a person – by only one season. Not all things are possible in all seasons. Joy comes from recognizing and appreciating the challenges and opportunities in each season of life.
Enjoy Your Season in Life
What season are you in right now?
Our season is one of chaos, crazy, and kids. We’ve got 4 small kids at home. It’s hard to do much around a demanding (and unforgiving!) nap schedule. I’d love to bake cinnamon swirl bread on a more regular basis, but I can’t juggle holding my very-curious baby girl while trying to roll out the dough. So for now, it’s plain wheat bread. Or, more realistically, store-bought bread. And that’s just fine.
You know what, though? I’m okay with it. I have 4 beautiful children, a great husband, and a wonderful life. It’s far from perfect, but it’s perfect for me right now…. even if I do, on occasion, lose sight of that fact.
Maybe your season is similar. Or maybe it’s completely different. Either way, it’s fine. Each season is just that – something temporary, even if the day takes forever and the years slip by.
The days are long, but the years are short. Enjoy your season of life - with the Parable of the Pear Tree.Click To Tweet