Journey of Seasons

By Christine Heath

Journey of Seasons is a thirty-year journey walk through my life. God was with me through most of the seasons, then there were some it was just me alone. As you read, I want you to "live for today, for tomorrow is not a guarantee." While reading this book, you will experience the pain I felt through my divorce, anxiety of wanting to commit suicide, the beautiful love of losing my great-grandmother, and my dad's dying of cancer. Psalms 23:4 has always been my go-to verse. My hope is that in your prayer time, whatever you are dealing with, you set that aside and let God help you see the bigger picture. Remember always that he will never give you anything you can't handle. Let love share your pain and your pain show grace. May Journey of Seasons be the light and give you the comfort for whatever season you are walking through.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098020408

Book preview

Naked Tree

I stand all alone

in a lonely old field

in a wintery breeze, bitter and cold

all my leaves are gone

and alone I stand naked because all my leaves are gone…

I lift my dry branches

Which are cold and bare in this lonely old field

and ask God to bring out the sunshine and clothed me again…

with beautiful green leaves.

Naked Tree

I stand all alone—We as Christians one with God

in a lonely old field—The world

in a wintery breeze, bitter and cold—How hard we fight to listen and obey what God tells us to do

all my leaves are gone—For when we are borne we have to start to grow for God.

and alone I stand naked because all my leaves are gone…

I lift my dry branches—Arms outstretched

Which are cold and bare in this lonely old field—Alone in the world

and ask God to bring out the sunshine and clothed me again…—God wraps his arms around us and tells us

with beautiful green leaves—he loves us forever.

The left side was written on February 24, 1987, the red on November 16, 2003 at 6:55 a.m. after seeing this written in the clouds of my dream.

A Solitude of Lovers

A bond and friendship

A bequeathment of trust

Loyalty to be honest

Commitment to dignity

On a cold day in November the earth shook.

The clouds blew in a tornado.

The world rumbled.

The door slammed closed.

Locked

Barded

No way out.

No turning back.

The past, present, and future gone, gone forever.

Pain daggers to the heart.

Soul crushed.

Cries of anguish.

Animosity the devil.

The devil knocked and was let in.

A flood of emotions hanging on the balcony ready to plunge.

Silhouettes of 2 children.

Echoes of their laughter.

Cries of their fear.

I drop to my knees, tears flow waterfalls

Sounds echo within my soul.

My heart broken beaten and battered.

A hand touches my shoulder and says:

Arise my friend, I will carry you the rest of the way for your journey has just begun.

Anger

Anger has consumed my soul

Raging inside me like a volcano erupting after hundreds of years untouched.

The power of the eruption sends a piercing through my soul.

My words are equivalent with the heat to the lava I’ve lost

With the eruption are I’ve been separated.

Separated from the maker of who I am.

Reach out before the lava