There is a place at my daughter’s house where I love to sit. I could be happy there even if I were there alone, but it’s much nicer when the family is around. They have an amazing fireplace that is both functionally warm and also beautiful to watch. I could sit there and never leave. Continue reading “The Warmth of His Presence”
Anyone who has ever floated a river knows that you will inevitably come to an area that seems very still with almost no movement. How can it be that the same river has areas that are fast-moving and then all of a sudden you come to an area of stagnation? In these areas, you will find dark pools, bad smells, more mosquitoes, and snakes because the water isn’t moving. These are the areas where we hear different sounds, feel different temperatures, and have to work harder to keep moving. Continue reading “Gift of Refreshing”
If you find yourself feeling squeezed and trampled on, it probably means that God is making grape juice, and He is about to give you a new wineskin that can hold that new wine. However, this is not the time to whine.
If you are feeling pressed and crushed, God is probably pressing out new oil for your lamp. Submit to the process. It’s OK to say “Ouch!” a lot in between the shouts of “Praise the Lord! Thank you, Jesus!” Continue reading “Squeezed, Pressed, and Crushed”
Are you in your butterfly season? Well, first let’s look at the season of the caterpillar:
Everything goes really slow but steady. It seems like it takes so much effort to get anywhere spiritually. You do a lot of feeding on spiritual things, but they may not make any sense. You may read a lot of spiritual books and the Bible, go to church a lot, go to a lot of fellowship meals, join a lot of groups, try to hook up with God by working really hard. You are full of yourself, but feel great spiritually. You are trying to convince yourself of many things spiritually, but in your quiet times (which you make sure don’t happen much), you don’t feel much different on the inside. Still, you stay so busy you don’t have to go there too much. Continue reading “Butterfly Season”