She went and did it.
It was so unexpected.
I was just opening my email like I always do.
There it was.
Black and white words like that flew from the screen like an arrow straight to my heart.
She asked us to finish this sentence....
I feel stuck in ____________.
and words that I didn't even know were in my heart started pouring out.
I feel stuck in this season.
A season on which I can't even put a name.
It's a season full of not knowing what comes next, but feeling as if I should.
A season of feeling like I should be doing more.....more for the Lord, but drawing a blank as to what to do.
Two things that should bring peace seem to bring unrest.
It's a season of feeling as if my tree is no longer baring fruit.
It's reading His word over and over, searching for what comes next, but not getting a clear answer.
So I wait.
I wait in what seems to be a spiritually dry season
I wait, I search, and I pray.
I pray wordless prayers.