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Aug 13

Good morning, Father.
Thank you for this little bit of cooler weather we are having, along with some rain! I am really looking forward to moving back north some day, if your will allows it, and growing a garden — a real garden that doesn’t have to shut down for most of summer in the Texas heat. I long to walk again along streams in the damp forest, stepping over moss-covered logs and stands of multicolored fungi. I long to feel beech bark again, and hear nuthatches and chipmunks. I miss being greeted in early spring by my friends the skunk cabbages and marsh marigolds. I miss turning over logs and finding sallies and long spooky millipedes. Most of all, I miss sharing the delight of these things with you, my Lord — and with my children! Help me find some delight today, right where I am now, to share with you. Nature may come natural to me and feel like a home I gave up seemingly for nothing, but I know that home actually is wherever YOU are, Father. Help me to dwell in your contentment, far from regret. Amen!

Psalm 126 ERV

A song for going up to the Temple. It will be like a dream when the LORD comes back with the captives of Zion.
We will laugh and sing happy songs! Then the other nations will say, “The LORD did a great thing for Zion!”
Yes, we will be happy because the LORD did a great thing for us.
So, LORD, bring back the good times, like a desert stream filled again with flowing water.
Then those who were sad when they planted will be happy when they gather the harvest!
Those who cried as they carried the seeds will be happy when they bring in the crops!

Lord, it is getting difficult, and I am tempted to abandon the field before the harvest. I grow discouraged and faint and long for the cool comfort of home. I cannot even tell how I feel, besides tired and holding out hope for the future. But the present is scary, and I have few things that I can change myself. Pretty much JUST myself. I know that it is a tactic of the enemy to try to get your people to give up right before the breakthrough, forgetting that “weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning” (Psalm 30:5). Help me to resist him, Lord. Cleanse me of my own expectations, so that I may be FREE to enjoy what you give me, Lord. YOU are ENOUGH! 😀


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