When You Feel Stuck in a “Sand Paper Season”

3.  We must keep our perspective.

Through prayer and reflection, He shows me snapshots of how past sand paper seasons have harvested fruit in my life; fruit that can only grow through a sandy season. I see how surviving the ultra-awkward, three-year, sand paper season of middle school (which I hated) shaped me into a better sixth-grade teacher. Oh, how God has a sense of humor! I realize how walking through a four-year battle with depression softened my heart and opened my eyes to the many people who struggle with ongoing anxiety and depression.. I am astounded at the amount of patience God has for me and my shortcomings as I deal with strong-willed children who challenge my authority and need to experience grace daily.

I see an overworked, overtired mom tuckered out on the couch with mounds of laundry that need to be washed, work to be finished, and most importantly, a husband and children who need her affection. I see the tears in her eyes and the look of failure on her face. I know that look because many days, I am that woman. Even on the most frustrating of days, I am reminded, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens” (Ecclesiastes 3:1), including sand paper seasons.

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