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Seasons Change

  Wow! I can hardly believe that summer is over. I too am in denial. Even as I shop for school supplies and school clothes. It has gone so fast. I guess I am one of the few that hates when the kids go back to school. I like hanging out with them in their PJ's until right before dinner. And I love being out of that stringent routine. Now we return to rushing around in the mornings, rushing to pick up the cuties, homework and dinner all at the same time, then some fun, then bedtime. But in between all that is basketball and football and church activities. Doesn't it just make your head spin? I love being a mom. I love being a wife. I love being a Pastor's Wife and being in full-time ministry. I love that I have girlfriends that I can hang with and be myself with (almost). But sometimes I want to run out in the wild, screaming and pulling out my hair.
  In all of these areas,
seasons do change. I will always be a mom but my boys won't always be home to be taken care of. I will always be a wife and we will be able to spend more time together (something Joe keeps looking forward to...lol). I will always be a Pastor's Wife but someday I may not be the Lead Pastor's wife (we will enter retirement someday), once a PW always a PW. Season's do change and I look forward to season's changing especially when I am in one that I don't particularly like. And then I hate when they change especially when I am happy and comfortable (like now that my kids are still young). But like anything else, seasons do change...isn't there a song that goes something like that?
  I have not always handled the change of season's in my life without fear and anxiety. I struggle with that. I struggle with relinquishing control to someone else when it comes to my kids and school. The future unforeseen can drive someone to drink...I haven't taken it that far..yet...LOL! But it's scary and hard to do and accept. I have even been fearful of trusting God. Can you believe it?! Maybe it's the thought of being let down. The fear of being hurt. Thank God for God! Thank God that He doesn't judge us like that. Thank God that He knows we are frail and well, human. He understands and isn't offended. He works with us gently and frequently. I have learned that trusting Him has been and is the very best thing that I can possibly do. God wants us to trust Him so that we aren't carrying baggage and fear, anxiety and unrest all of our lives. He does care about my anxiety and my fear. He is concerned and wants to help. I cry out to him daily to strengthen me and to help me with changing seasons. He is my strength and my peace, my joy and season-changer. He holds all of the seasons of my life in His hands and because of that I trust Him. It's hard sometimes but I do it anyway because He loves me and walks with me through each and every season of this life.

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  1. UnknownAugust 29, 2013 at 8:44 AM

    Great blog post Ruth! Exactly what I needed this "season". xoxo

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  2. RuthNievesSeptember 4, 2013 at 6:37 PM

    Hey, Laura!!! So glad it was good for you for this "season." I needed to write it because I am in a season myself.

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