Sometimes in life everything you do seems to go wrong. Your faith may be strong and your commitment deep, yet trouble will come knocking on your door. Try as you might you may not just be able to pray these troubles away.
It may be that God has a purpose for not allowing you to be on top of your game and successful all of the time. Growth requires seasons of struggle as well as seasons of success. Seasons of struggle destroy pride and dependence in your own strength and ability, and increase your dependence on God. These experiences can be very hard and humbling experiences, but I think we may just need them.
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Life can sometimes be a bit like a tree, in winter it lies dormant renewing its strength, preparing for the next season of fruitfulness. As you look back on your life’s successes and challenges you will notice that they are seasonal. There are seasons of rain as well as sunshine, seasons of despair and as well as hope. Each season serves a purpose. Sometimes the situation doesn’t call for any action, it calls for patience and trust and falling into God.
Some questions for you to consider:
1. What season are you in? How do you know?
2. What can you learn of unlearn?
3. Are you running too fast to listen or notice?
4. What’s the next season?
5. What will you do next?
May you my brothers and sisters know that God’s ways are not our ways. Perhaps in ways we cannot understand. May you consider that God uses these times to work on us.
There’s a tree outside my house
The branches are all bare
It shivers in the cold
And aching midnight air
In winter the tree is pruned
It looks so different from before
Some would say so broken
So desolate and poor
The pruning now has finished
Its wounds are weeping sores
But deep within its restless soul
Its heart has been restored
It knows the seasons well
And that winter leads to spring
New life, new growth, a brand new hope
Death has lost its sting