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Grow Through It

Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom. (Psalms‬ ‭90:12‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

Lately, I find myself feeling very nostalgic. My older son is a senior and tomorrow, my baby will be a teenager. I’d be lying if I said that I’m doing great with the changes. Some days, I can take it in stride. Other days, I yearn for the baby days again. In all of it, I recognize that with each growing pain and new season of life, God is revealing more about Himself to me.

The truth is, I’m not sure what to expect in the next two years. Some days, this lack of knowing is so frightening. Life in the past two years has been so very unpredictable. However, I’m thankful for the ability to grow through pains of life so that I can lean into my Abba Father who never leaves me. Some people think that when bad things happen that God has abandoned them. I find this to be the opposite. It’s in the difficult moments of life that Holy Spirit draws me into His presence, and I am comforted. 

The fact is that we need the bad days to appreciate the good ones. I’m glad to have teachable moments where I learn a new aspect of God or rediscover a truth I had tucked away. We get to choose if we will learn from bad days or remain stuck in a cycle of negativity. Bottom line: we choose to get through it or grow through it.

Growing through things isn’t easy. Pain will come. You will feel alone at times. It may seem as though everyone around you is growing and you aren’t able to keep up. That’s normal. We grow at different paces. Take the time to wait for the lesson. Don’t stop learning what God wants to teach you. And grow through it with His help.

© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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