Soul exhaustion sets in. Unexpected.
Byproduct from observing those who scorn the cross. And reject the gospel.
Stone heart resistance catches my breath.
So, I pray.
Soul exhaustion sets in. Unexpected.
Byproduct from observing those who scorn the cross. And reject the gospel.
Stone heart resistance catches my breath.
So, I pray.
People look at where you’ve been. Or where you’re headed. Noticing which trials have whipped or trudged through your life.
And then decide you’ve got unusual fortitude. Courage. Perseverance to endure.
“You’re so brave. I could never do that.”
I’m not so brave.
Winter trees. In crisp air at dawn. Stark. Branches bare. Empty.
The fog drifts in.
As I walk in fading darkness, I think about friends and family members who are suffering.
Standing weary. In the fog of impossible circumstances. Living with ongoing crisis. Conflict. Some with never-ending pain.
Cold and unrelenting winds whip through the lives of these loved ones.
And I ask how to pray.
What is His way for trees in winter?