Returning to the Place of Seeking
The engine was hot, the afternoon sun was beating down, and standing there in the heat felt frustratingly symbolic. There are seasons when spiritual life feels exactly like that neglected yard.
The engine was hot, the afternoon sun was beating down, and standing there in the heat felt frustratingly symbolic. There are seasons when spiritual life feels exactly like that neglected yard.
The engine was hot, the afternoon sun was beating down, and standing there in the heat felt frustratingly symbolic.
There are seasons when spiritual life feels exactly like that neglected yard.
Worship music used to overwhelm the heart with love, and church gatherings used to bring deep joy, but now the interior landscape feels flat, dry, and entirely unresponsive.
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The engine was hot, the afternoon sun was beating down, and standing there in the heat felt frustratingly symbolic. There are seasons when spiritual life feels exactly like that neglected yard. Worship music used to overwhelm the heart with love, and church gatherings used to bring deep joy, but now the interior landscape feels flat, dry, and entirely unresponsive.
"But in their distress they turned to the Lord, the God of Israel, and sought him, and he was found by them." 2 Chronicles 15:4 The lawnmower sputtered and died halfway across the yard, choking on grass that had grown too tall during a busy month. Life gets overgrown when maintenance gets ignored. We all face dry seasons in our walk with faith.
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