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I feel like a turn coat! A traitor! A Quisling! I am excited it is raining today. I do have to confess I wasn’t too happy as I was driving in a vision-blocking gully-washing thunderstorm for 15 minutes on the expressway this morning. That was downright scary. But right now, I am safe on the screen porch listening to the soft drops in the aluminum eave troughs. We are between the dry winter months with dormant browning lawns and the summer month’s tropical storms turning them into swift-growing swamps. It is an in-between time of once-a-week rain when we enjoy green grass and flowering shrubbery. The Hillsborough County Extension Agent knowledgeable in local landscaping assures us the dry season is necessary to give the grass a time to recover from the intense growing season of the hot, wet summer months.
I have those dry months in my spiritual life. A time when I bide my time. A time of introspection. A time of ‘going through the motions’ with no expectation of a new revelation of God. It is a time when I go back to the basics: I do my devotions, pray, listen to uplifting music and wait. I do not doubt God is right here with me every moment. I know His apparent silence is a time for me to learn and grow; a time to be patient as I know God is nurturing and strengthening me for the next mission h\He has for my life. If you are feeling distance from God although you are practicing spiritual disciples, keep practicing. Dig deep; be nurtured; gain strength. When the moment if right, God will reveal the next mission He is entrusting to you. Psalm 63 (NIV) A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah. 1 You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. 2 I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. 3 Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. 4 I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. 5 I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you. 6 On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. 7 Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. 8 I cling to you; your right hand upholds me. Comments are closed.
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April 2023
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