The past two weeks have been God intensive. I haven't felt abandoned or loud emotions, as in past God moments; just quiet. I pray often. Perhaps my faith is getting stronger. You see, each Lenten season, I face some crisis of conscience or a faith test. Last year, I prepared myself. I went to Ash Wednesday service and I fasted the entire season. At Lent's end, I felt surer of my walk with God and satisfied that I passed the test. Tears were prevalent last year, as with past years of the Lent affect.
This year's Lent is just beginning. No Ash Wednesday service this year, though. No preparation for the inevitable. I pray often. I ask prayer warriors for help. They do. My prayers are more for others than for me. So many I love are in pain, despair or have lost hope. They are sad because life has not been an ideal experience. Some are sad because of loss.
This year is cold and hard. Record snowfalls excited some and distressed others. Snow threatens again and we prepare for the freeze. Staying warm is a challenge. I don't cry this year. Maybe the cold froze my tears. Quiet emotions, tightly bound, drop into my heart. And I pray. God talks back. God's breath wraps itself around my heart to keep it soft. God's message is quiet, but pure and still. The message is the same. .
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