Seasons pass. The brilliant flowers of one season turn to dead, dry flower frames in the next.
Sometimes it’s situations we have no control over. A tragic accident, medical diagnosis, loss of a job. Sometimes it’s our own poor choices. A financial mistake, sin, not taking the time to pray and listen to God.
Seasons change. Back and forth. Life is the flow in and out of trials. From flowers to dry stems and back again. The ups and downs.
Sometimes the fog surrounds us. Even when we read and pray. Even when we are trusting God with that mustard seed of faith. The fog still hovers. Floating in and out of our souls. Wrapping us up, but giving no comfort. Because a dry flower doesn’t need a blanket, it needs sun and water.
When the season is heavy with fog. When the soul is a flower frame, what does it need? Where do we go?
It is in those seasons when going through the motions isn’t enough. Sideline Christianity isn’t it. Going to church just to be present. Reading the Bible half-hearted. Praying empty.
In dry seasons the enemy is attacking, but God is stronger and more powerful.
Go to church expectant. Read the Bible to see the heart of Jesus moving those long ago and you today. Pray broken, yet ready, ready to be filled, ready to be loved. Surround yourself with Jesus loving people. Listen to music that speaks to your heart and soul.
The fog won’t comfort. The fog won’t feed. We need the sun and its warmth. We need water for our thirsty spirit.
Seasons come and seasons go, still, in every season we need to have our armor. Satan is crafty, however, God has given us all we need for this journey of life.
The fog is not the end. The fog is not the retreat. The fog hides the truth we need.
Hold fast to the Truth. Because in this pain right here, right now God is working in and around. And on the other side of it, you will be amazed.
Your pain has a purpose. Your pain is not the end. Your pain will turn into a beautiful, flourishing flower again.
Isaiah 61:1-3 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of joy instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. NIV
John 4:13-14 Jesus replied, “Anyone who drinks this water will soon become thirsty again. But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.” NLT
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. NIV
Psalm 94:19 In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul. NKJV
Ephesians 6:11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. ESV