Calling All Company Girls – Is it Due Season, Yet?

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And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.  Galatians 6:9 (NKJV)

Although the Company Girls will be visiting today, I just want to thank all of my readers and visitors – again – for your comments and thoughts when you leave them.  It is appreciated and I enjoy our interaction.

Can I tell you that I just feel beat down?  This week has been full of difficult things.  Intermediate Algebra being one (and I’m not joking when I ask for all of you to pray for me in this battle against algebra – a required class for my degree…)

God has allowed my family to enter into a season right now that is hard.  Tough.  Painful.  Exhausting.  Fraught with questions.  Concerns.  Fears.

I first met it with great bravado and staunch faith.  And aside from my math frustrations and physical things – I would likely still be unwavering.  But I am tired.  And my body is weak.  And my mind is bogged down.

I don’t want to face the enemy.  I don’t want to face down the fearful predator that wants to steal peace and joy from my family.  I don’t want to have to be in the heat of battle.

What if I fail?  What if I can’t make it?  What if we lose?

Sometimes, I dig in my heels and use the tools God has given.

And sometimes, I lose heart.

But GOD IS FAITHFUL.

And His strength is like no other.  And He shoulders the burden with us.  He takes on the pain and bears the brunt of the enemy’s hot fire as it threatens to consume.

God is faithful, by whom you were called into the fellowship of His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.  1 Corinthians 1:9 (NKJV)

So, I have to learn to wait for the “Due Season” when the hard work pays off.  When reaping yields a rich harvest…  More joy.  More love.  More peace.  More God.

But I’m impatient.  I’d like the “hard stuff” to be over.  The good stuff to be here.  Due Season…

And then I heard this song speak peace into my spirit:

I will praise you in this storm And I will lift my hands.
For You are who You are, No matter where I am.
Every tear I’ve cried, you hold in your hand.
You never left my side.
And though my heart is torn, I will praise you in this storm.

I lift my eyes unto the hills. Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth…

I’ve been singing this song all week – and woke up singing it in my head this morning.  Although he may be asleep in the stern, He is still in our boat, and He is STILL Master of the Storm…  Your prayers for my family would be so appreciated.