
Dear Reader,
With experience, I have found there are seasons in life we have little control over.
Seasons of sadness when loss settles quietly into our hearts.
Seasons of anger when disappointment and pain grab the soul and set it on fire.
And seasons of fear when the future feels uncertain and the road ahead disappears into fog.
One of the most significant insights human experience offers is this:
these periods are not permanent.
They eventually pass.
Robert Veninga once observed:
“There is a season of sadness.
A season of anger.
A season of tranquility.
A season of hope.”
The wisdom of his words reminds me that healing is rarely instantaneous.
Faith, recovery, and emotional growth often unfold in stages.
Oh, how beautiful it would be to leap directly from suffering into peace.
Yet realistically, healing often moves painfully slow and with great uncertainty.
Helpful guidance is offered by Viktor Frankl, a survivor of unimaginable suffering. He wrote:
“Those who have a ‘why’ to live can bear almost any ‘how.’”
Purpose gives us strength to continue when circumstances seem unbearable.
Even the smallest sense of meaning can become a light in dark places.
For some, that “why” may be family.
For others, it may be found in the rooms of recovery.
And for still others, it may come through service to those who are suffering alongside us.
I would be the first to admit this takes faith.
Yet when we reach our lowest bottom, faith, hope, and the Spirit may be all we have left.
As Norman Vincent Peale reminds us:
“Faith supplies staying power.”
And Corrie ten Boom offered this beautiful truth:
“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.”
Tranquility and peace begin when we stop demanding certainty and begin learning trust.
When we stop asking God to do what we want, and instead allow God to do what is right within a Kingdom greater than ourselves.
This process is not merely survival.
It is transformation.
And so if you find yourself today somewhere between sadness and hope, between anger and tranquility, remember this:
Seasons change.
Storms pass.
Healing comes slowly.
And even when we cannot yet see the staircase, faith still invites us to take the next step.


