Two days ago I was driving up our mountain and listening to a song. I was worshipping and singing along with it when I just felt the Spirit gently fall and I just responded with, “yea.” I knew that I had been praying and listening to Bible studies and being in a mindful spirit daily, but I hadn’t sat at the feet of my Father in all of the busyness of life. I don’t think I ever realized how much time flies until our community group started a book study and we had to read a certain amount every week. I would be shocked at how fast I fell behind and how much we were supposed to have read. Has it really been 4 weeks since I’ve ready anything? (About to get real)...
promise of life to come
The past few months have felt like weeks. They’ve been full of a mixture of emotions. I think it started with the flu. I had a high fever for 5 days that wouldn’t break. After it finally broke, it still took a few days to feel better. The next day it was warm outside, and the earth was glad. All of the blooms welled with excitement. Spring was coming. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful break in the gloomy weather that had been lingering. Many people could be seen out walking, running, and enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. By the end of the day, something didn’t feel right and I tried to take it easy...