I am spending a couple of days in North Carolina with my husband Paul. The weather is absolutely beautiful. The sky is ink blue and the birds simply will not stop chirping. They seem as happy as I am.
Perhaps it is because I live in North Dakota where the weather is quite brutal at this time of the year, that I am reveling in this glorious North Carolinian winter day! It had me reflect on a passage in Ecclesiastes 3:1, "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. I have actually written a piece in my book Wild Hope about the seasons.
Here it is: It is a reflection on how important the different seasons of our lives are. There is a time for everything...I am so glad my Creator God knows my days and has them in His Hands!
WILD HOPE: A PILGRIM'S JOURNEY
I live on the Prairies in the little town of Ellendale, North Dakota. Winter can be brutal, with biting cold winds that hit you with incredible force at fifty mph or more. But, whenever I see flocks of snow geese and wild geese heading northward towards the Canadian tundra, I know that spring is on the way and it fills me with a wild hope for what lies ahead.
Winter for me, is the naked season, when the trees shed their leaves and face the elements bare and exposed. As a Christian, that is how I feel in the cold and barren seasons of my life. I never enjoy them, and yet, somehow it is always in those dismal times of life that I grow and learn the most. I do a lot of shedding, I feel vulnerable, naked and exposed. But, I grow! And in the spring, I find myself clothed with a new strength and fortitude, and I am equipped to handle the next season that comes my way.
I have come to appreciate the different seasons of life and the uniqueness of each one. When winter passes, the spring has singular beauty that I would never appreciate without having gone through the barrenness of those long, cold months. The stifling heat of summer gives me a longing and appreciation for the cool breezes of the autumn months.
Each season of life has a way of making me appreciate the moment. I sometimes remind myself that the darkest hour of the night is just before the dawn. I would never truly appreciate the splendor of the early morning without having passed through the invasive blackness of the night. As I reflect on my life, I see that some of the darkest nights are the ones that have molded me and made me who I am. And though I did not enjoy the process going through those experiences, I am a better person because of them.
.......................................................................................................................My book is in the final stages of being published. I am excited to see it in print. I trust this little excerpt has encouraged you in your season of life. Whatever season you find yourself in, I pray that God's grace will be sufficient for you.
I am and always will be,
Recklessly abandoned, ruthlessly committed and in relentless pursuit of Jesus,