What a summer it's been. The days have been hot and dry. One after another. Seemingly endlessly the same. There is a drought here. Still. And there has been a bit of a spiritual drought in my life as well.
This summer has often mirrored my inner feelings. The sun has unmercifully dried our land and it's a struggle to not let it dry my spirit of hope as well.
I am comforted by the thought that the rains WILL come. The parched land will drink up the nourishment and come to life again. Refreshment is sweet... and often comes when we think we just can't hang on a moment longer.
It's been a challenge not to complain about the scorching heat. God wants me to trust him in the dry times. Oh, how hard it's been though. I hate the thought of complaining about LIFE ... meaning ... any day that God gives us to live and breathe. Because life is a gift.
I'm learning it's important to be true to myself. Even in my blogging. The moment I write to simply please someone else my words become hollow. Saying what you think and feel and getting out of your comfort zone leads to a satisfying life.