Nearly six weeks have passed since my last post.
Winter continues to linger on the edges of spring. My furnace still runs to bring heat into our home as dreary clouds drop rain day after day. Both my husband and I are fighting colds.
God's waiting room begins to feel claustrophobic. (see prior post)
I ask myself, "what can I write here that anyone will want to hear?"
I have no answers.
I maintain my daily practices.
Every morning I spend with my journal and my Bible. I pray over my days and pray to maintain some sense of perspective above this earth.
I work in the office and keep my household running, take mom to lunch once a week, drive my brother for errands, and knit dishcloths to give away while watching the Voice or Netflix with Terry in the evenings.
I know God moves in the ordinary but I know He also moves beyond.
I note His promises in a small journal, easily accessible, hope building.
"May streams of your refreshing flow over me until my dry heart is drenched again."
Psalm 126:4 Passion Translation
This is my prayer.