I refer to them as seasons of consequence. Sections of my life where: How I showed up, what risks I took, and what decisions I made, and even how things out of my control played out ended up shaping the course of my life in significant ways. I wasn’t just along for the ride, I was choosing direction. 

When you walk with God, you find yourself at intersections like this more often than the average person. You’ve prayed. You’ve asked for wisdom. You’ve sought counsel. You’ve journaled and cried and laid your dream on the altar more times than you can count. But eventually, your discerning season ends. And a new one begins.