The End in sight…
Another season is coming to a close.
The leaves are greening up, filling
tree branches with the evidence of life.
The sun remains … Deep into the watches
of the night it makes its presence known.
The air is humid and sweet. All of creation
breathes a sigh of relief that the cold has
taken a much needed vacation from these parts.
Sleeves are cast aside and pants are stored
away. The sound of the air conditioner drones
through the night, … halting and starting in order
to maintain a temperature condusive to rest.
The comforter for the bed is now neatly folded
in the closet. Soft, cotten sheets are more than
sufficient. I bury my head in them and drink deeply
of the scent of floral fabric softener.
My own being comes to life as the Lord reminds me
of his faithfulness to green the leaves of my heart, mind,
and flesh. Summer is here. All that stands between me
and that time of restoration are a few tests. Tests that
I will not fail. I am confident of that. I am not working
to please men, but to please the Father and Jesus Christ
whom He sent. The Spirit within me rises up to any
occasion, and even when my flesh refuses to cooperate,
there is grace. If only I believed these things more often.
My goal for this week?
Trust. Surrender. Continue to die so He may live.
A new season is here. A season has passed away.
“See, the former things have taken place and
new things I declare.”
Isaiah 42:9a
Whatever the future holds, I’d better cling tight to the
only one who offers life- and life to the full.
The end is in sight…
not the ultimate end, however…
For that day I will never cease to yearn,
but for now… it is better for me to be
here.
For reasons I cannot provide.
The Lord demands a dwelling place.
He demands this dwelling place- my body.
I am not my own.
I am His… forever.