Twenty-five years ago when my husband was the pastor of a very small church and I was a stay-at-home mom with three little kids, it was extremely difficult to make ends meet. I remember talking to God and asking Him why life had to be so hard. After all, we were in the ministry – we were doing His work which could be really tough. Why did we have to worry about money so much?
About that time, one of the older ladies in the church said, “Oh, it won’t always be so hard. Things will change and you will be doing just fine.” I didn’t say anything – not out loud – but I was angry! How could she say that? My husband was in ministry. It would never be better! I never forgot that moment in time even though it was so long ago. I knew she was wrong.
There are so many seasons in a woman’s life and so often we think that the season we are in will never end. A single woman wonders how long it will be before she is married. The newly married woman can’t wait until they have saved enough money to buy the first house. The woman yearning for children wonders if this will be the month that brings the news she so wants to hear. The mother of a 2-year-old wonders if she (and her child) will live through this stage of life. On and on it goes.
If we believe that God is sovereign, we can trust God with each of those seasons – the good ones and the difficult ones. Certainly I wish I had trusted Him more as a young wife and mother, but how could I trust Him before He had shown me that He is trustworthy? How could I learn that He will always provide until He brought me through times when it looked like the paycheck wasn’t going to stretch through the whole week? How could I know that He will always love and forgive me until I failed again?
I can look back at my younger self and can extend some grace to that harried pastor’s wife who was finding it very hard not to worry about the bank account that was pennies from an overdraft notice. God knew what He was doing. He was using the seasons of my life to mold me, to teach me who He is, to give me the confidence that He will always provide for our daily needs.
Twenty-five years later I see my daughter on a journey very much like the one her mom and dad traveled and I know that her little family will be just fine. They will go through many seasons – some harsh and wintry and some balmy and green – and God will be guiding them, and molding them, and stretching them, and teaching them that He holds them in the palm of his hand through it all. Slowly, through the many seasons of life, they will learn to believe Him when He says that He will never leave them or forsake them.