How long will I wallow in the mud knowing that the beach is just ahead? How long will I feast on emptiness to go on unfilled? How long will I turn in circles while the finish line is in sight? I don’t know how long. But, however long it is, I know that my Dad will wait on me. And when there, he will wrap his loving arms around me and softly whisper, “You’ve made it. Well done…welcome home.”
SRay
Dude. PRAISE THE LORD!!! Food, family, fun, and a wonderful tradition. I would contend that life doesn’t get any better. At least not this life. Indeed, thank you, Lord.
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Thought I was coming out of one wilderness. Indeed, I am…just to enter into another one that looks to be far drier. Huhhhhh.
Father, I thirst. Let me drink my fill.
SRay
There’s something better out there…somewhere. And every time I feel like it’s within my reach, I slip on something and fall short…again. Man, this cycle gets too tired too quickly. I need some rest. And I hear God’s voice beckoning me to come to him. But, he’s the instigator behind all this stuff. Not my sin, of course. But certainly my wilderness. But, I will keep going, trying to not allow my mistakes perpetuate this long, dry season. This season is cold and dry. But, the Son is shining in my direction. And I sense some warmth up ahead. So here I go again…
SRay
The Lord’s provision is wonderful. I tend to try to control my own life according to my desires. Yet, he ensures that I am where I need to be. Tonight, I got to help out at Park Hill Baptist Church’s Youth group. Wow. Talk about a smorgasbord (I think I spelled that right). I am deeply amazed at this opportunity to serve the Lord and some of his future servants. I could say much more. Let’s just say, God is so good. So good.
This has been a crazy love-hate relationship. I love the Lord. I hate being weak. Yet, somehow, when both of these characteristics are maintained…I’m well taken care of. I’ll take it.
SRay
