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The stories from this new season are worming their way out, wanting to be told but i can't tell them yet. Just as the monsoon isn't finished yet, this season isn't finished either and i can't tell the stories until it is. I think it's because i don't know how it will end up. I don't know how long it will go on for or what i will make of it in the end. I don't know what i will have learnt or how i will emerge from it. Without perspective of time, it's very difficult to know.
Looking back on the seasons from a distance can be easy. It can even be a blessing. Because the seasons are finished, we can neatly wrap them up and name them and describe what we learn from our toil. We can even see how it fitted together and how God used it over time. But in the season right now, we can't say those things.
It's very difficult to see. But I'm slowly learning that i don't need to see everything and that even though the things before me are unknown, they're not the full story. They're certainly not the full story to God, who sees everything and who cares and who acts. He is not panicking, he is reigning. In this season i need to work at seeing things through His eyes.
From the Book "My Seventh Monsoon", by Naomi Reed.
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