My husband’s friend introduces my husband as being on his 3rd life. How many different seasons has the Lord guided you through? I started out as a teacher’s aid and day care worker, moved to missionary, then stay at home mom and law enforcement spouse, then lunch/recess aid, then foster care mom, and now working in women’s ministry and a mom of teenagers. I thought at one time that a season coming to an end meant I had failed, otherwise the season would have lasted until retirement. But I don’t think that’s how our adventure with God works. I owe the title of this blog to a wise and patient friend who has learned to pray and to trust God when the path ahead has a sudden bend in it. What seasons do you need to mourn? What is God calling you to that is scary? Which season do you wish would end?

1 Peter 3:4 Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.