I peer out the window and catch little splashes of color, my daffodils, crocuses and hyacinths promising warmer days ahead. The radio is forecasting a mix of rain and snow tonight. *sigh* Will the warmer weather ever come, I wonder? It is hard to be patient.
For everything there is a season, He whispers to me.
And like the seasons, there are periods in my life that, try as I might, I cannot rush through. Just as the farmer has to wait the days and months for the maturing of the seeds he has sown, so it is with me. I cannot rush through my maturing. The seeds endure days of heat, drought, animals and patches of tough soil. And so must I.
So must we all, if we are ever to become all that God has intended for us.
(photo above: a path through beans planted on the hillsides near Matagalpa)
This pondering, waiting, enduring season, knowing that time is ticking away and our bodies continue to age, fills me with frustration. I want to go! I want to minister! I want to be there, to be in Nicaragua, living and working.
Godliness with contentment is great gain, He reminds me.
What is that really about? I wonder.
Learning contentment is not an easy lesson. It can hardly be forced with a snap of the fingers. Meditating on His word, and being in communion with Him daily, brings us to a place of realization. That for everything there is a season. And we cannot rush through the seasons, for there is so much to be gained, and learned, and treasured, in each one.
Ecclesiastes 3
1 For everything there is a season,
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Just checking back to read any postings you may have written.
I’ve been following and enjoying your blog for a while now and would like to invite you to visit and perhaps follow me back. Sorry I took so long for the invitation.
I also like your blog "refined by fire"
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