The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of God will stand forever. (Isaiah 40:8)
For me this year, Winter brought an urgency to my yearning for God. Spring brought me to embrace Jesus as my Lord and savior. It also brought a worldly pandemic to my nation, my community, and my daily routines. Summer was filled with worldly troubles and stress: racism, economic uncertainty, and the ravages of a pandemic virus on my community and on the world. Summer was also when I was baptized in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit by immersion in one of God’s beautiful lakes that dot His landscape where I live.
Fall finds me feeling not so much like that spiritual Little Kid as I did when I started this blog. I miss that. I feel like I am growing up too fast. I find myself missing the pure awe and wonderment that once was the totality of my relationship with God, and which seems to be taking a back seat these days to the hard work of following Jesus.
23 Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. 24 For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will save it.”Luke 9:23-24
I need to seek a balance. I give my life gladly to following Jesus. Of that I have absolutely no doubt. But I need to reclaim more of that early joy and completely innocent awe. A couple of seasons is just not enough time for me to grow from a newly born-again Little Kid into a mature Christian.
As always, I am praying for His guidance. I know because I have personally experienced it many times already, that when I ask for God’s help He does provide.