The Shula Season: When Life Humbles You and God Restores You A contemporary retelling of the Shunammite woman’s return — and a reminder that life’s seasons shift, but dignity is never lost.
Shula stole a glance at her wristwatch and grimaced. She has been sitting there for three hours. Waiting. Waiting to see the King. And being pointedly snubbed by his aides. The most senior was intentionally rude to her and had snapped at her the last time she beckoned on him to ask when the king would see her. “Woman, you can see that everyone here is waiting. Besides you met some of them here when you arrived” Shula cast a surreptitious glance around the crowded Reception. And caught the pairs of eyes boring back into hers Although, some averted their eyes from recognition, a few didn’t care and held her glance. Whilst some stared with curiousity and interest, to others, she was merely another shrouded female here to beseech the king Chagrin flushed through her veins as she smiled ruefully










