The Season

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 ____________.

She asked......

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.






It's quiet and it's still.

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.

Tracey
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Comments

  1. I'm right there with you, Sister. "Not one word of all the good promises that the Lord had made to the house of Israel had failed; all came to pass." Joshua 21:45. It will come to pass. Someone commented on my blog that I just need to "Keep on keepin' on!" I'm going to pass those words to you. :) Beautiful post.

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