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Seasons

Last night, I shared on the season's in a woman's life. All of us are in different season's. Many of us have gone through the same or similar seasons as the other. Some of us have raised our children already and are now empty nesters, some of us are just now raising our children. There are some of us who may be going through a divorce or have been widowed. Then some of us may have just received a promotion or gotten a new house or just had a baby. Maybe you are newly married. In every season of our lives there is something to learn. The season, whether painful or joyful is not in vain. It isn't just for us to go through it. We are to learn from it, whatever God may desire, and it is meant to bring comfort to another woman in your life.
I have learned that in every season of my life, God has been there. Even when I should have been silent and spoken out of turn to try to get my point across. Verse 7 in Ecclesiastes says, "there is a time to keep silent and a time to speak." Man, do I have a hard time with that one. Whenever I read that verse, I sort of pretend it's not there. It's a bit convicting. But again, I have learned a lot(maybe not enough) in those times. God is the God of the season's of our lives. He is IN the seasons of our lives.
The good thing is that they are just seasons. And one thing we know about seasons is...that they change. Some seasons are longer than others. Like winter. I am not a big fan of winter. It is long and dreary. It's cold and everyone hibernates, especially the Nieves'. Yet, I don't believe I could appreciate Spring, if it weren't for winter. I would just get used to spring and not really have anything to look forward to. How many of us when it is summer and it's hot around here, say, "Man, I just wish it were a bit cooler" or 'Man, I wish it weren't so hot." Yet all winter long you were complaining that you couldn't wait for summer.
One thing I know is this:That no matter the season, learn from it, praise God for it( yeah, I said it), comfort someone who is going through something, and know that this season will pass.

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  1. Excellent message Ruth. It is so very true what you say. The key is to enjoy and be grateful for the season you find yourself in each time, not looking back and not looking too ahead. You make some very good points. Good job!!!!
    Carmen

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  2. Thank You Lord for transending all the seasons of my life and being present in the smallest details of my circumstances. I am learning once again to wait on His Presence and to acknowlege my total dependence on Him on a daily basis. Hard work at times! Thank you Ruth for your openness.

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