sigh...
I've seemed to have a propensity to dwell in the desert... I've been going back to my cave. My dark, cold, shelter. It's not that I like the extreme heat or cold... but it appears; from my actions these past few months, that I've grown weaker instead of stronger in my faith. It's like I am fluttering in the wind.. a dry lifeless leaf that has fallen from the tree. The very tree that provided life (and still would had I not allowed the winds to blow me away).
The past few months I have felt that I've been blocked in my writing. That is because I have been blocked. I have lost focus of my faith, my purpose, and my God. I have been more engrossed in playing with my iPod touch than spending time in the word. I have been more engrossed with anything to keep my mind occupied to the point that I was not even noticing the random thumps on the head. He has been waiting patiently for me, though. He is a gentleman and will not force Himself on me.
So.... I start my journey once again... for the umpteenth time. One thing that does keep flowing thru my mind is a song by Donnie McClurkin
We fall down, but we get up
We fall down, but we get up
We fall down, but we get up
For a saint is just a sinner who fell down,
and got up
God's grace and mercy endures forever.... that is why every time I fall down, he sends someone to help me back up. (Thank you, Mary)
Again, it's time to get back on the branch....
John 15:5
"I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
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