The seasons of one’s life.

There are different seasons in a person’s life, according to Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, to every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. How I wish that everyone passing through one trial or the other could read this and believe in it.

Yesterday, I heard the story of a woman, married for twelve years without a child, suddenly one day she just decided to end it all by jumping into a well. Fortunately for her, there were people around who rescued her but not without a serious injury to her spinal cord. The doctors told her she could no longer have a child because of the injury, this devastated the husband who had always been supportive of her and even had hopes of having a child with her at God’s own time. The husband started seeing another woman who got pregnant for him and he was according to him left with no other choice than to ask the first wife for divorce.

How I wish the woman had waited, how I wish she had enough faith to believe that her season is yet to come.Remember the Apache season and the story of a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, and fulfillment of your fall. Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.

For as many passing through one difficulty or other, please take it from me, suicide is not an option, it is a sin against your creator, you’re are telling God that he did not create you well. Also know that even though Happiness keeps You Sweet, it is Trial that keep You Strong, Sorrow that make You Human, Failure keep You Humble, Success keeps You Glowing, BUT ONLY GOD KEEPS YOU GOING!