The Importance Of Patience Through Every Season

The Importance Of Patience Through Every Season

It’s time to have faith in the One who is the most faithful to us

Lately, God has been teaching me a lot about being patient and waiting on His voice.

In Psalm 46:10, God tells us to “Be still and know that I am God.” I don’t know about you, but during times of anxiety and stress I have a lot of trouble being still. God has been teaching me how to wait on His voice with patience and in the stillness because many times it is in those quiet moments that He speaks so clearly.

I spent a season of my life running from the promises I knew God had for my life. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I felt the Holy Spirit’s conviction, but I wanted to do my own thing. I wanted to live in the world and experience what it had to offer. As I ran, God waited patiently for me to return to Him. Throughout my season of disobedience, He remained so faithful to me.

Following that season of running, I reaped the consequences of my actions in a season of heartbreak and loneliness. I felt so discontent and isolated. I wanted answers about why I was going through this. I impatiently asked God over and over again to just fast forward past this season to when my heart wouldn’t hurt anymore. All I wanted was for this time in my life to be over so I could just experience the future God has promised me, but God doesn’t allow us to endure seasons without a purpose.

Ecclesiastes 3 says, “There is a time for everything, and every season for every activity under the Heavens:... a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance… He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart, yet no one can fathom what God has done beginning to end."

I love the ending where it talks about how us humans can’t even begin to understand what God has done since the beginning of time and what He will do in the future.

Every season, God allows us to endure is purposeful and that purpose is always good because He is a good God. If God was so patient with me for the year I rejected His plan for me, why have I been so impatient throughout the winter seasons of my life? Why am I so restless in waiting for a God who is all knowing, all powerful and loving?

I’m learning to wait on God’s voice and beginning to understand that He will speak to me when I need to hear it, not when I just want to hear it out of my impatience and anxiety. We serve a God who is greater than heartbreak, loss, anxiety and fear. It’s time to have faith in the One who is the most faithful to us and trust that He will carry us through every season.

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I'm A Christian Girl And I'm Not A Feminist, Because God Did Not Intend For Women To Be Equals

It is OK for me to not want to be equivalent with a man.


To start off, I am not writing this to bash feminists or get hate messages. I am simply writing this to state why I do not perceive myself as a feminist.

March is International Women's Month and that is what has got me thinking about how I view myself as a young woman in the 21st century. I enjoy every day getting to soak up the world as a young lady, particularly in the South.

If you know me, then you know that I love and utterly adore Jesus. He is so perfect. He is everything. He is my whole life. Some people might say that I am a "Bible-thumper" or someone who has had too much Kool-aid and maybe I am, but I know who my Creator is and that He died for me, and that is all that matters.

In my young age, I loved to just sit in church with my parents and absorb all that God would deliver. As I have grown up, I have ventured off and joined a church that is different than my parents, so the responsibility falls more on me, but I love that. Since this era of independence began, I have thoroughly enjoyed taking ownership of my faith.

I spend a lot of time chatting with God, worshipping Him in all kinds of ways, and just diving deeper into His Word. Through all of this growth as a Christian, I have learned a lot, but something I have learned is a concept that some may not agree with, which does not surprise me.

I do not believe God meant for women and men to be equal.

There, I acknowledged the elephant in the room.

It is a shocker, I know, but I have some Biblical evidence to back up this belief that I have.

Let us begin in Genesis. God created man and then he created woman. This was two separate occurrences and order is key. He created Adam and then Eve.

Jesus treated women with grace and kindness, do not get me wrong. I mean just look at how He treated the woman at the well, the one who used all of her expensive perfume to cleanse His feet and not to mention His own biological mother! He has a truly unique place in his heart for women, but He also has special intentions for us in the world and in the family setting.

We are to submit to our husbands.

We are to be energetic, strong, and a hard worker.

We are to be busy and helpful to those in need.

We are to be fearless.

All of this is explicitly laid out by God in Proverbs 31.

We are not to be equal to our male counterparts. Jesus does not lay out the Proverbs 31 man, but He rather lays out the Proverbs 31 woman.

A husband or man is to be the head of the household as Christ is to the church.

A man is to love a woman so deeply that represents how he loves himself.

A man is to leave his father and mother.

Women and men are not equal in God's eyes, but they each represent Him in their own ways that the other needs.

If we were all equal, we would not need one another and therefore we would not need God. I am so thankful that we were not created equal. I am so thankful that God is so great that He could not just create only man or woman to represent His image. He is so perfect.

So, you see I am not a feminist, and it is OK.

It is acceptable for me to have this belief that God intended for men to lead women. It is also okay for people to have differing opinions. Writing this was not easy, but I know that not all people agree.

To feminists and those that are not, you are allowed to believe whatever you wish but have evidence to back it up.

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Practicing Clairvoyance Taught Me So Much About Myself That I Never Knew Before

It was a journey of introspection and a beginning of new connections with myself and the world around me


My eyes flicker open, a state of heaviness takes over my senses. It's like I've just woken up from a deep slumber, or something slightly resembling it. I come around slowly, glance around at the girls sitting around me in a semi-circle and am struck by a state of disarray and composure in equal measure. Mouths are agape, lambent faces veiled with curiosity whilst others just wear a knowing smile. The instructor has turned the light on and I wince at the sudden shock.

We were taking turns at physical mediumship, which differentiates from mental mediumship in that the spirit with which we make contact materializes through the vessel (the medium) so the audience can see and feel their presence. In the four years I had actively participated in spiritual circles and workshops, this was undisputedly my favorite venture.

To set the scene, we were placed on a chair in a darkened corner with a black cape draped over our shoulders and body. When the lights turned off, the connection began. Our instructor gently guided us into a meditative state, her voice buttery and slow, annunciating every word perfectly.

"You looked like Grace Kelly," one person explained during the discussion of what had just happened. Another person shared that one of my hands appeared far bigger than the other and that half of my face appeared to be quite masculine.

The beginning was almost like I was living in my own kind of fairytale: going to circles, being pushed out of my comfort zone and connecting with strangers in a way I had never experienced before.

We would do everything: angel and tarot cards, mental and physical mediumship, psychometry, chakra, energy healing and even table-tipping and Ouija boards. I felt like I had found my calling. Nothing compared to this feeling of possessing transcendental energies, honing them then creating something truly beautiful. It gave me hope.

Then, something shifted within me. Whilst going to these workshops, I had embarked on an individual journey of self-discovery and learning how to love and find myself. Already an avid reader, rather than Jojo Moyes, Deborah Harkness, and Margaret Atwood, my books of choice now consisted of Osho, Eckhart Tolle, and Satyam Nadeem ("From Seekers to Finders" and "The Power of Now" were on a whole new level).

I learned that in order to find true happiness, I needn't search for it in possessions or people, first it must be found within myself. Only I could create it. Once I understood that I realized everything I had filled my time with before was just a desperate bid to fill a void and compensate for the happiness and understanding which I had been lacking. Though I did not regret a thing because everything my life was before had led directly towards that moment of cognizance and where I am now.

For the first time in my life, I was feeling pure ecstasy. I was alive. I was here. For a girl who had spent many teenage years wishing that she wasn't, that was really something. Apart from the gentle ushering of books and my partner who had been on a similar journey, I did it all on my own. That feeling transcended beyond anything I had ever experienced, even participating in circles.

This whole new level of understanding affected every other area of my life, including my passion for parapsychology. I had always been a good judge of character, but all of a sudden I was noticing warning signals I hadn't seen before. I was noticing people in the circles were claiming to be spiritual and yet, they would be the quickest to shoot another person down.

They would gossip. It shook me how quick some of these people would be to undermine another person's progression and achievements — the only reason I can think of is jealousy. I had glided into a stage of my life where, in order to continue advancing forward, it was imperative for me to be around people who were on my level.

Workshopping started to feel like a chore. I was going with my lovely mum, so I continued to go for a little while on her behalf (she liked to see me going — she felt like I had "real talent"). I, however, started to question my own authenticity. I would be giving a reading and I would want it to stop. Something kept picking at me, an inkling that this wasn't quite right. This information I was providing to the "client" seemed untrustworthy. Was it truly being honed through spirit, or was I simply reading their body language and guessing?

So, one day, I stopped.

My point is that I have discovered first hand that there are people out there with real integrity, who possess magical power and connection from beyond the veil that I don't think anyone will be able to fully understand (except, of course, those who do it). They are truly gifted and it fills me with the hope that magic really does exist. We must be careful, though, who we place our trust and our money unto. There are always going to be somebody who exploits others to fulfill within themselves a sense of something that they are lacking.

Practicing clairvoyance and tarot not only provided me with knowledge on the actual practice but with pride, peace and probity. Most importantly, I can still provide hope.

That's why I'm a writer.

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