Me and God have been wrestling through some things as of late. Saturday night I gave up the impossible idea of sleeping as I brought what was on my heart before God. I'm pretty sure he worked it all out.
One of my concerns was that I felt as if I am in a dry season and I was just questioning why God had brought me to this point. But as soon as I gave that thought to Him, He gave it back to me all worked out.
I wish you could hear the intensity in my voice as I say these words and the passion that takes birth in my soul. What the heck is a dry season? How are we called into dry seasons? I feel as if the church has taught me a deranged ideology that brings comfort in the midst of complacency.
My Jesus came so that we may have life...ABUNDANT LIFE. And Jesus said himself that whoever comes to Him will NEVER GO THIRSTY AGAIN! And just because we put the churchy word "season" after dry does not mean that it is ok, or that it is bought about by the hand of God.
My God gives life. My God gives LIFE. What the heck is a dry season? If I am truly walking daily in the resurrection of Jesus Christ, my life should be overflowing with the living water that He himself claims to be. And my God is not a liar.
I felt that as soon as I expressed my idea of being in a dry season that Jesus' voice rang clear above everything else that was clouded. We are not called to walk in a dry season. We may be called to walk through the wilderness and even through the desert, but we are not called to go without the touch of God. We are not called to be without the voice and truth and daily refreshment bought about by the very Spirit of God residing in our beings.
I say no to any dry season that dare claim who I am. I will fight for the living waters of God. I will fight for the supply from God even in the midst of the desert. Even when all I see tells me that no water is to be found, I will rely on my God to provide and will refuse to settle for anything less.
I will wrestle for the blessing, though He render me this wound.
Without His favor, what good am I?
Without His blessing, what good am I?
Without His touch, am I even alive?
So God, what is the wound, because I will not settle for anything less than what You are able to give.
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You are beautiful woman! I just love hearing your heart! It's always been beautiful...