I seem to be coming out of my funk. A few days ago I actually woke up (before my son), came down the stairs and thought, “Wow, what a beautiful morning,” instead of, “Ugh, I can’t wait ’till the day is over and I’m in bed again.” Sound depressing? Yeah, it kind of was.
But now my pregnancy sickness has lifted it’s like a Whole New World out there! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, food actually smells good and I’m not tired all the time. I feel as if I’ve been given my life back, and glory hallelujah.
Guess what I did yesterday? I actually Cleaned the Downstairs, Did the Laundry, Deep Cleaned Some of Hudson’s Things, Washed our Sheets, Went Grocery Shopping, AND Completed an Inductive Bible Study of Esther Ch. 4. It was an over-acheivers dream! I felt energetic and motivated the entire time, and even though I was ready to fall asleep at 5 p.m., the day was a total success.
So why am I telling you this? Is this pertinent to all the horror in the world? Does this reawakening in my life actually help any of you? I don’t know about that, but I do know I’m learning the value of SEASONS. And no, I don’t mean “Yay, it’s Fall!” (which I do secretly mean just a tiny bit.) I’m talking about the seasons of our lives. This summer was really awful for me. My whole world was different in a matter of days: no more running or getting up early to enjoy the morning, food became the bane of my existence, my son took the brunt of my exhaustion, and (worst!) I never read my Bible any more. If there isn’t running, solitude, food, children or God’s Word to enjoy, what else is there?
Thank Heavens it was temporary.
I don’t know if there’s any one else out there going through a hard time, but I bet there is. If you are, I can’t promise that your cloud will lift after 3 or 4 months like mine did (I’m on a timetable, people), but I can remind you that seasons come and seasons go. For everything there is a season, and if you ask God to walk with you through those dark, yucky seasons, HE REALLY WILL. And it doesn’t depend on YOU being a good person, or on YOU reading your bible all the time, or on YOU having a good attitude. Sometimes we just hold on by a string but HE is there, faithfully hanging on with us, HE sees the end of the tunnel when we don’t, and HE is so good to hold us when we turn to him and cry.
Where would I be without that kind of LOVE?
Maybe I will just end this with a short prayer of thanksgiving. Thank you, Father, for your goodness to our family during this last hard season. Thank you for the faithfulness you have shown me even when I didn’t deserve it, and thank you for taking care of my son and allowing him to feel loved even when I was so tired. Thank you for providing my parents who have been such a help, and Brian’s job which provides for us. You have done GREAT things for us, and we are glad! Help us to walk faithfully with you throughout the future, and please protect the child inside me as he or she grows. We love you, Lord!
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