<h1>Silent Seasons - The Beauty of the Wilderness -&nbsp;Gretchen Rodriguez, Redding, CA -&nbsp;Jul 26, 2025</h1>
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<p class="subtitle" style="text-align: justify;"><strong>The Beauty of the Wilderness</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">When your greatest need is to hear the Father's wisdom, and He isn't saying anything, it can be very discouraging. Years ago, I repeatedly cried out to God for an answer to prayer during one of the lowest points in my life. Every day, I'd pour out my heart (AKA—<em>complaining</em>) and beg God to show me what to do. I'd worship Him; although much of the time I was focused on myself.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Those days were spent spewing complaints, calling out for Jesus to rescue me, and quoting Scripture like it was some magic potion instead of something sacred and personal. They were not some of my finer days. Every unhealed soul wound was jumping up and down, waving its arms, trying to get me to face the fear and doubt God wanted to free me from. I was desperate for an answer to prayer, but my desperation was pushing me to strive for answers. If God wasn't going to help, I'd try to make something happen myself. (He&nbsp;<em>was</em>&nbsp;reaching out to me, but I was stuck in my head.) Desperation led to frustration, and I began suffering from panic attacks for the first time in my life. They were intense, frequent, and crippling. I was in one of the most bewildering seasons of my life.&nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="https://elijahlist.com/words/display_word.html?ID=32875" target="_blank" rel="noopener">READ MORE</a></p>
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