I am sure you have had hard days before, but have you ever had a hard season?
I vividly remember a dark season in our lives in July of 2003. First there was this wacky storm--straight line wind, it's called--that knocked the power out for five days. To this day, Memphians refer to it as Hurricane Elvis.
The day after the storm, I had my first miscarriage--quite a shock since it was my 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 the food went bad a second time. 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 stress, an anticipated relocation fell through.
In a span of about ten days we went from the promise of a new baby and a new city to no baby, no move, and no money. As far as I remember, it was our first real trial as a married couple, and it was hard.
What did we do? For a while, it was a slower pace, but we kept steadily moving forward. We both kept reading our Bibles, kept praying, kept taking care of the family. We kept doing what we'd always done. 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 sitting on a mountain top in Stowe, Vermont, holding six week old baby Dorothy at a Mozart festival. The sun sank behind the mountains as the symphony filled the evening air when suddenly it dawned on me--that difficult season had begun precisely one year before. Yet if anyone would have told me during that time that exactly one year later I would be perched on a mountain in Vermont, holding our new baby, 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 the help of a Saviour.
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."
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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!!
Maggie, that is beautiful. Thank you.
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I am not a super mom--far from it, in fact. But with ten kids whose ages span 25 years, pick a parenting season and I am most likely in it. I speak. I blog. I embrace my flaws. And I do my best to keep the faith and the funny in life with ten kids.