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Seasons

 
 
I am sure you have had hard days before, but have you ever had a hard season?
 
I can very vividly remember a dark season in my life in July of 2003.  First there was this wacky storm--straight line wind, it's called, that knocked the power out for five days.  The day after the storm, I had my first miscarriage--quite a shock when it's your eighth pregnancy.  Because the power was out for five days, we lost all the food in our  fridge.  We replaced the food, then the fridge died and we lost all our food again.  Then our A/C broke and the transmission in our car had to be replaced.  Our savings were drained.  As a final blow, in the midst of all that, a relocation that we were counting on fell through.   
 
In a span of about ten days I went from the promise of a new baby and a new city to no baby, no move, and no money.  It was hard.
 
What did I do during a season like that?  I kept moving forward.  I kept reading my Bible, kept praying, kept taking care of my family.  Sure, some days I wanted to pull the covers over my head. But whenever I felt like that, I would pray, grab my Bible, call a friend--whatever it took. It was a long season.
 
Almost exactly one year later in July of 2004, I was holding six week old baby Dorothy at the a music festival in our new location.  As the sun sank behind the mountains,  it dawned on me that that difficult season had begun precisely one year before. Yet if  you would have told me during that time that exactly one year later I would be holding my new baby in a new city, I wouldn’t have believed it.
 
"God helps those who help themselves," is a saying I often hear.  But I am not so sure.  I think it is more accurate to say God helps those who cannot help themselves; those desperate for His touch, those who realize they need a Savior.
 
Unlike the seasons, He will never change.
 
Psalm 145: 14  "The Lord upholds all those who fall and lifts up all those who are bowed down."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

2 Comments to Seasons:

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maggie on Thursday, March 10, 2011 9:00 PM
Jeremiah 8:7 Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons you have the most beautiful red headed babies, whether bouncin around here or in heaven!! Children bring such a sense of Hope, or never giving up, never giving in, never giving out....just giving!!
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Margie on Friday, March 11, 2011 3:06 AM
Maggie, that is beautiful. Thank you.

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