I've said it before. I love storms. I fear the drought. I relish the healing rush of rain, and the glorious smell that lingers as the clouds pass on. I am afraid of dry heat... heat that saps the land of its strength, killing young and old.
My affinities to certain weather systems aptly diagnose my feelings towards the creative process, and even my spirituality. I worry too often that I will lose my creative edge in a drought of ideas and inspiration. As days and weeks pass, widening the gap between me and my last creative pursuit, I begin to wonder if God has removed His hand of blessing from my imagination. Rather than ask Him for a fresh outpouring creativity, I begin to focus on what I can do to light the fire... when the best thing I can do is ask my Heavenly Father to ignite it once again.
My spiritual life often follows a similar pattern... I spend the rainy days of blessing worrying about the coming drought. I am experiencing drought, and the worst part is I know it is my fault. I have neglected spending time with my God, and I feel far from Him. I have been recovering, crying out to Him... begging for His presence. I know that my God will never forsake me, and that I cannot be snatched from His hand. However, I can still experience the pain of loneliness when I don't invest in the relationship that was bought at so great a price.
I am pursuing my Jesus, and the peace that covers my soul when I rest in His presence. Hear my cry, sweet Redeemer... draw me to You, let me walk in Your perfect ways.
11 years ago
