Please, if you have never listened to this song...listen to it...NOW! :)
Every Season- Nichole Nordeman
Every evening sky, an invitation
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer
And even when the trees have just surrendered
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and was to come
You are autumn
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and was to come
You are autumn
And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter
And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring
Don't you love it when someone goes out of their way to encourage you? To know that someone is thinking about you and taking time out of their busy day just to encourage you. A beautiful, sweet friend of mine recently sent me an e-mail telling me to listen to this song. She said, "Isn't God so good that He gives us spring after our winters? I am praying for a sweet "spring" for you in this new year - a time of renewal after a time of loss. I hope this song encourages you."
I responded to her e-mail and thanked her for sharing the beautiful song. I also told her that I am just so anxious for the "spring" to come. I told her that sometimes I just get sad and can't understand, "Why?" Why did I have to go through the heartache of losing a baby...a baby so planned for and desired? Why does it take me longer to get pregnant than (what seems like) most people around me? Why this? Anything but this! Why does this have to be so hard for us?
My friend reminded me that we all have battles and struggles...whether they be child-related, marriage-related, health-related, etc. She reminded me that there is hope through our struggles and that God will ultimately use "our greatest struggles as our greatest ministries."
You know...I love that thought. And...I've had this thought before myself. I have often thought, throughout this struggle, about the fact that I used to not have any "real" struggles. I used to actually think about how "easy" I seemingly had it and it was actually a somewhat scary thought because I figured that it must mean "my time" was coming. I didn't have a story...no way to relate to the deep loss and pain that so many endure....no story to share. I've thought many times that this is my story. However insignificant or small it may seem in the grand scheme of things...it's my story. However much I wish it wasn't my story...it's my story. It's a platform from which I can help others, relate to others, and give hope to others in similar situations.
I cannot stand before you and tell you that I am thankful for my struggles. I cannot pretend that I wouldn't wish them away in a second. But I am thankful to God for giving me something to humble myself...for giving me a way to relate to the pain and suffering of others...for challenging me...and possibly, for giving me a ministry. A story.
What's your story?
















































