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"Seasons of hardship" by Tami Urcia (CatholicMom.com) Image credit: Pixabay.com (2016), CC0/PD[/caption] Have you ever gone through a period of great suffering in your life, a time when you felt like enough was enough and just couldn’t go on? I mean, how many things can snowball into a stark reality before you go absolutely crazy? As I type, my body is wracked with soreness and exhaustion, my soul is bruised from wounded relationships and unexpected realizations, my mind is whirling with a hundred things that crush my thoughts. How long can these forceful waves crash against the rocks? Faced with the eviction of close relative who trashed a living space we owned, we have been forced to spend countless hours and thousands of dollars that we don’t have just making it livable again. We count on the rental of this space to pay our bills and every month it lays vacant we go more and more in the hole. So each night, after working all day, my husband and I trudge over to our “side job.” Most days, the to-do list is so long we can see no light at the end of the tunnel. Now, with most cosmetic aspects in place and a smaller list of practical details to finish, we feel a certain amount of relief. It is short-lived, however, as we realize how much work we have to do on our own home, all projects abandoned in a rush to finish the rental. To top it all off, my husband has begun a new venture that he loves, but that also entails a certain amount of stress and takes up a good portion of his time. The kids are fighting and cocking attitudes. It’s the beginning of a new school year. We have family visiting for a week. Did I mention we are EXHAUSTED? ... the words of Psalm 85 come as balm to my weary soul.
I will hear what God proclaims; the LORD – for he proclaims peace To his people, and to his faithful ones, and to those who put in him their hope.
For everything there is a season, even a season to suffer, to be tired and to wonder why. And in every season God is there, and there is hope. For every season there is a reason. Someone once told me that it was kind of nice being in the depths of the pit because you knew the only direction you could go from there was up. So here’s to moving forward, to the ascending the heights, with my sights on the eternal goal, my final climb heavenward, knowing that “for God, all things are possible.”
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