a season of drought.

by kendraannie

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I taste it often. The dryness. The thirst.

The desert.

I have been living in a desert for a few months now.

Where are you, God? Have you abandoned me? Why do I not feel your Holy Spirit?

Honestly, I have CHOSEN to live in the desert. I have chosen to not read His word. I have chosen to not get to know His character by reading about Him. I have chosen to watch The Real Housewives in my alone time instead of spending time on my knees in prayer.

There are absolutely seasons when God places us in the desert to mold us and sharpen us, but then there are times I choose to BE in the desert. Like, I just stay there and whine like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum instead of doing something about it.

Where are you, God? Have you abandoned me? Why do I not feel your Holy Spirit?

I AM HERE. You only need to seek me. Just come BE with me. Just come learn about me. Just come.

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah. O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. – Psalm 63:1

You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.” -Jeremiah 29:13

And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him. -Hebrews 11:6

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