Through the 60 years of my life, I have stumbled and backslid many, many times in my Christian walk. Heavenly hands were always there to catch me if I would only allow it.

I have always prayed. Growing up in the church, praying was an exercise I used to make requests for help and comfort. I was a seasonal Christian.

My life trials of losing two children, broken marriages, abuse, getting burned in a house fire (the list goes on), I realized God has no season. He is constant. My Lord’s patience, grace and mercy are the only reasons I survived any of this life I made for myself.

In 2009, my seasonal worship came to a halt. While on a nursing assignment, a tiny leaky camper floor became my altar. Broken, exhausted, wet, cold & spiritually bankrupt from my own attempt at living my life on my terms, I knelt down & prayed. I reached out to my Lord, yet again.

These last six years have been remarkable. I am married to a wonderful Christian man. We are very involved in our church. I have daily devotionals with sincerity from my heart. The only seasons I experience are the weather. God has brought me full circle, a continual circle of love, worship and thanksgiving for His patience, mercy and grace.

When we stumble and backslide, God knows how weak and flawed we are. He loves us anyway. Bury yourself in His Word and not your circumstances.

Better seasons in this life are through the One who has no season.