You are the God of seasons…
Daniel 2:9-11 comes to mind as I pen this… let us have the background to this one as a moving slideshow;
A colleague took a snapshot while away for a work trip, couple of months ago: I bumped into it as I scrolled through and all I saw in display was God’s faithfulness.
It has taken a lot of reliance in God even as the pressing and breaking went on.
The refinement of gold and perfection of pottery, everything He does is good.
A year ago as I danced around the thought of big turnings and turning younger albeit swamped in a new season, I truly had no comprehension of the stretching that came with the season yet again a healing like no other.
It is comical to say the least, what has to be laid down in indulgence of a life in God.
Nonetheless, it came with a wave of healing that had to be done.
In that year, I had encountered extremes that broke my heart yet ravished my soul.
I understood deeply the cost of a sober cover yet again that our God can give instructions that seemingly appear contrary in our understanding.
An urgency arose out of it.
I had danced so close to flames that consume without redemption not for any cause but an insistence as I empathized.
My heart got to comprehend so well the negotiation between Abraham and God concerning Sodom over the preservation of Lot, his nephew.
The standing out as a sore thumb yet in wonder whether is it not for God to swoop in and intervene for the sake of the few?
Even so, I kept at it, the instruction last given and wondered whether that is how Noah felt as he sought to finish up a task that appeared to be out of time to many.
It meant churning out from a place that I previously did not recognize existed and allowing a breaking that would work as the needed platform.
It felt like learning how to walk again but out of survival mode it was.
God needed me to embrace that which He had so dearly paid the price for, a life of abundance and fruitfulness.
This time round it looked different, I had to relearn the unforced rhythms of grace as I embraced a different level of intimacy with God.
It meant dropping everything that was tied to a previous season and experience as I leaned in to the new He was beckoning me to.
This time the demand was greater, nevertheless, my confidence in God’s guidance ran supreme, my boat rocked and took no notice of it as I trusted the One who holds my heart.
In there, I found a sweetness, a refreshing that reached the deepest parts of my soul and an assurance as He leadeth me.
In Him, I found my being and consistently thrive in the comfort of His grace.
Oh what a manner of love!
What a glorious display of it!
He who continually serenades me in the very essence of Himself, Our God is love.
“He brought me to the banqueting house, And
His banner over me was love.”
Hugs and Kisses ❤️
HIGHCARBLIVING 