from the troughs of desolation, emptiness, sorrow and a distinct lack of meaning in all i used to hold so dear - bringing to mind Ezekiel's imagery of the valley of dry bones ...
emerges a spirit revived and renewed. who feels the spirit of God, His Holy Spirit rush through my heart and soul once again. and who remembers God is glorified when we are fully alive -St Iranaeus.
praise be to the One who has given me strength and courage and even more patience to live this life and face all obstacles and difficulties with dignity and grace.
praise be to Him who remained unjudging and uncondemning when i wandered far from Him and left to seek my own path in foolish and erring pride.
praise be to the One who lovingly healed my wounds and opened my eyes to a new way of living and being - for in Him, i live, move and have my being.
praise be to the Almighty for His neverending and incomprehensible love. how i long to be more as He is, if only because i too love Him in my imperfect, stumbling way.
and i give thanks for those dry and despairing moments, when i had lost almost all semblance of faith. for they have led me closer to Him, He of the cross and the resurrection.
there are those i feel who hunger for something beyond superficiality and beyond mere words and those whose faith journeys have reached a new milestone...my prayers are ever with you. God bless and Amen.
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