But God is still who He says He is, and this season will not last forever. And the song of birds returning after a long winter lift us. “ The hard cold earth gives way to the lovely crocus. But the words in Ecclesiastes 3 deeply resonate, “To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven. If we believe those words, our hearts can sink. Often when we find ourselves in a difficult place, the enemy of our souls will whisper that things will never change.
As the pandemic has worn on, maybe we’ve wondered the same thing. When my concentration returned, I found it interesting that the developing story was about Catherine, a woman who wondered whether there would be a new season in her life. Over the course of the next months, the few masks I made turned into over 400.Īnd who could have foreseen the other challenges we’ve encountered this year that have contributed to our stress level and weariness? We thought we’d stay home a couple of weeks and go back to normal. In the first weeks of the pandemic, not many of us imagined we’d still be in the throes of it in December. To make myself useful while my brain was a bit foggy, I set out to make a few masks for a friend who is a healthcare worker.
Too distracted to write.” It took me a few weeks to get my brain into a new normal. On the page I keep up with my daily word tally, I wrote in mid-March, “Begin shelter in place. The pandemic hit about the midway point as I was writing my new Christmas novella, A Season for Everything. Grab a cup of tea (or coffee) and chat with her!
Today’s Takeover Tuesday host is Beverly Varnado.
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