Home Once More
As I gaze out my window I see sparkling white snow washed in bright light accented with the starkness of barren trees encased with a crystal glaze. The beauty of deep winter abounds. When I left a few days ago, the landscape was a drab, bare brown. Well, in truth, it was uncharacteristically green in measure. Strange. It has been transformed in my absence.
Many things transform in our absence if we don't take care. Children turn into young adults, relationships drift apart, romance cools, and battles are lost to an enemy. We must be ever diligent and persevering. We must be present where it matters most: the ministry He calls us to.
Does the very thought of such ongoing demands overwhelm you? Join a host of weary travelers. But I've been considering Caleb as of late. His strength at 85 was as it was at 40. How? Why? These were answers I needed to know.
And the Lord softly spoke: "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. They shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not faint."
Waiting. I think that I've finally reached the age where that sounds like the best plan. I think I can muster up the energy needed to wait. And maybe I'm even learning to have the patience.
His provision astounds me. Simply wait.
Many things transform in our absence if we don't take care. Children turn into young adults, relationships drift apart, romance cools, and battles are lost to an enemy. We must be ever diligent and persevering. We must be present where it matters most: the ministry He calls us to.
Does the very thought of such ongoing demands overwhelm you? Join a host of weary travelers. But I've been considering Caleb as of late. His strength at 85 was as it was at 40. How? Why? These were answers I needed to know.
And the Lord softly spoke: "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. They shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not faint."
Waiting. I think that I've finally reached the age where that sounds like the best plan. I think I can muster up the energy needed to wait. And maybe I'm even learning to have the patience.
His provision astounds me. Simply wait.
posted by Darlene Sinclair at
8:45 AM
3 Comments:
Welcome back! So glad to hear that you had a fruitful weekend. Looking forward to hearing all about it.
Love ya,
Judes
I wish you could hear the cry of my heart right now. It is singing a RESOUNDING 'hallelujah' right now. There were words in this post that my spirit desperately needed to hear. Thank you for putting them down.
hmmm...that was good. hopeyourweekend was good as well. what musical are you doing this spring and when will you be doing it?
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