Can I Uncover the Purpose of an Unexpected Season? With Nicole Unice [Episode 316]

uncover purpose unexpected season Nicole Unice

Have you ever found yourself in an unexpected season where you’re struggling with uncertainty or an unknown future? You have no idea how your story will end and it’s left you feeling scared, confused, and in over your head.

Perhaps you’re even thinking to yourself—and saying to God—“This is not what I signed up for!”

Well, on this episode of the 4:13, counselor and Bible teacher Nicole Unice will show you it’s possible to remain faithful in those difficult seasons—when things don’t go your way, when God seems far away, and when you feel helpless. Because it’s often in life’s twists and turns and in-between spaces where God is growing something essential in your soul.

When You Need to Be Cradled in God’s Compassion

When I was pregnant with our first son, I thought that baby would never be born! I was so late delivering him that I actually dreamed I was an old woman — gray hair and all — still pregnant, panicking in my doctor’s office, begging him to do something!

Weird dream, I know. The point is, near the end of a pregnancy, a mama feels worn out. It’s easy to feel like the whole thing is lasting just a little too long, and that’s even when the baby comes on his due date!

Sixteen very long, swollen, puffy, unattractive, exhausting days after we expected our son Clayton to be born, the doctor used a steady stream of Pitocin to coax him out of the womb and into the world. I was so relieved!

Funny how those late arrivals seem to take their time and run late even when they’re teenagers. Too bad a Pitocin drip doesn’t work on them!

There is a reason a baby is supposed to stay in his mama’s womb for 40 weeks — he needs that time to grow, develop and be nourished. A baby born prematurely is at risk and a baby who is very late in arrival is at risk, too.

Do You Need A Treaty with Reality?

As a kid, I did whatever I could to avoid eating Brussels sprouts. This was tough because my mom had a no-exception policy that each child had to eat each item on our dinner plates – at least one bite.

child girl does not like and does not want to eat vegetables

So, in order to avoid the inevitable for as long as I could, I ate the chicken first. I then slowly ate the rice – one grain at a time! But, eventually, there they sat – lonely and looming on my plate.