A New Season: Trusting God’s Timing Through Transition

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” – Ecclesiastes 3:1

After years of sensing a quiet stirring in our hearts, our family has stepped into a new season. We’ve relocated to the United States, now calling Oklahoma our home. As a dual citizen, this move was something I had carried in prayer for a long time. And when the Lord whispered, “It’s time,” we followed with open hands and willing hearts.

Transitions like this are never simple. There’s the bittersweet weight of leaving the familiar—the home where roots ran deep—and the uncertainty of beginning again. But underneath it all, there’s trust. A deep trust in the One who sees the end from the beginning, who holds time and seasons in His hands.

A Painting Birthed in the In-Between

In the months leading up to our move, I found myself reflecting often on Ecclesiastes 3. The phrase “a time for everything” echoed in my spirit again and again. Those words didn’t just linger—they took root.

There’s something sacred about waiting. Something profound in the space between what was and what will be. And as I stood in that in-between, the Lord gently led me to paint—not from a place of certainty, but from surrender.

The painting that emerged is called A Time for Everything. At its center stands an hourglass, suspended between past and future, wrapped in the quiet tension of transition. Surrounding it are symbols of the four seasons—spring blossoms, summer wheat, autumn leaves, and winter branches—each representing the ever-changing rhythms of life.

At the base of the hourglass sits a red apple and an acorn. One ripe with fruit, the other holding hidden potential. The apple speaks of what has come to fullness through past obedience; the acorn holds the quiet hope of what is yet to grow. And resting just above it all, a monarch butterfly pauses—its wings a sign of transformation that only comes through time and surrender.

This piece isn’t just symbolic. It’s a prophetic picture of trust. Of release. Of walking in step with God’s timing even when we can’t see the full path ahead.

Seasons of the Heart

As I painted, I sensed that this wasn’t just a personal word—it was something the Lord was speaking more broadly. In this time, He is shifting seasons. Rearranging alignments. Calling many to step into unfamiliar places, not because everything is clear, but because He is there.

We may find ourselves holding both fruit and seed. We may feel the ache of what’s been and the stretch of what’s coming. But even in the in-between, there is beauty. There is purpose. There is peace.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11
“But I trust in you, Lord; I say, ‘You are my God.’ My times are in your hands.” – Psalm 31:14-15

Looking Ahead with Expectation

Though we’ve left behind the familiar soil of Canada, it remains a precious part of our story—woven into every brushstroke. And as we plant new roots in Oklahoma, I do so with full expectation that the same God who brought us here will continue to unfold His plan in His perfect timing.

This season feels like a tender unfolding. One of hidden potential, gentle whispers, and the quiet work of preparation. I don’t know what it all holds, but I know the One who does. And that’s enough.

May this story—and the painting it inspired—speak peace to your heart. If you find yourself in transition, in waiting, or in a place where things feel uncertain, I pray you’re reminded: He sees. He knows. And He is always on time.