For the past several months, I’ve been dry. No words. No thoughts. Just … thinking. At this point, the old ways of thinking are lifting. It is a bit like Elijah, who after sitting by the stream and watching it slowly desiccate, finally got new instructions from God, except, of course, I have no instructions!
Instructions or not, I’m eager to start moving again.
God is good. He’s with me, in me and around me. His power and sovereignty is over all. He gives peace. He promises strength. He bears my burdens and will comfort me when troubled.
During these next few months I’m going to talk about the struggle to “feel” God’s presence. I’m moving from the mind to the heart, from intellectualism to the realm of intuition, feeling and spirit.
If my faith means anything, it’s got to be deep. Very deep. Soul deep. Yet even as I write this, I’m not even sure what it means.
Lets explore together, okay?
Keep in touch.
