Thursday, April 4, 2013


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“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:” Ecclesiastes 3:1

Seasons come and then they go. Activities begin and so do they end, depending on where you are in that temporal duration.                                      

“Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November; all the rest have thirty-one, excepting February alone, and that has twenty-eight days clear and twenty-nine in each leap year.” Mother Goose

Those are a lot of days. They can be long or short days, depending on how you fill them up, especially in our modern societies in which we have tendencies to take on too much.

I’ve reflected a lot on recent seasons. Through floods to blooming flowers of spring, drought to languid warmth of summer, wilt to dancing leaves of autumn, frigid to frolicking in snowy winter. I’ve pondered deeply. And I sensed my heart’s song shift directions.

Sometimes the sense of shifting can cause fragile humans to become rigid, uncomfortable with change. Indeed, I’m a fragile human. Even so, in tasks, directions, a heart’s song altering tempo, I ask God to ever lead, guide me through whichever season happens to play out in this present time. An unnamed saying I’d first learned years ago comes to mind again.

“Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be broken.”

If we’re flexible, we then can be molded. We don’t need to understand how or why, necessarily, just be obedient, and in turn, optimism for the future might lead us into a clearer vision of significance. If led, of course, by the hand of the One who guides. Jesus, the clearer and trimmer of our paths…

This happens to be my last post with International Christian Fiction Writers. I have deeply appreciated my time contributing to this blog. ICFW is a great group and I’ve enjoyed connecting with all of you. Thank you for having welcomed me aboard! The voyage proved to be a great blessing in many ways. I will remain a reader of this blog and plan to stop in every so often to say, “Hey.”

I do hope your present season proves exhilarating, one where you are exactly where God wants you to be. Wherever you are, whatever the elements bring, even if circumstances howl, burn, wither, or chillingly slice, I pray you will stand to perceive only the best in every situation. If March comes in like a raging lion, may you see only the lamb bouncing in lush pastures, in the endless days of summer may you live in the full force of its glorious warmth! Let autumn exhibit the colors of growth and change revealing maturity and endurance, in winter the pristine purity of freshly fallen snow positively fashioned with fortitude.

This is my wish for you.

A veteran of the performing arts and worldwide missions, Tessa Stockton also contributed as a writer/editor for ministry publications, ghostwriter for political content, and headed a column on the topic of forgiveness. Today, she writes romance and intrigue novels in a variety of genres.