The seasons are changing— I’m glad. I sorta need it. I’m hungry for a good thunderstorm and the shiver of a brisk wind pointing me in the direction of Autumn. Mostly, I long for an outward sign marking the inward and subtle changing of seasons within—and everywhere as far as I can see. Good changes. But slow.
With the heat of summer and a life-altering trip behind me, it’s not surprising that some things have come loose and undone in my life and there’s no putting them back where they were before. Nothing major— in fact, only those closest to me and my heart could sense my frustration as I wonder what still fits and where it all leads. Right now? It’s here.
In this HERE place I’m sensing God’s question: “Am I your enough?”
And He wants….deserves… an answer.
Precariously straddling the chasm between the “already” and the “not yet”, I’m realizing with a sense of shame that while my heart and mouth may cry out “Yes Lord!”, my flesh and attitude may tell a different story. Prone to wander, Lord… I feel it.
Oh bless me and my fickle, adulterous heart.