This summer has been new: new house, new opportunities, new challenges. Most importantly (IMHO), I’ve come to experience a new season in my relationship with God. I’ve become aware of communing.
Through all of the transitions this summer related to moving and all of the uncertainties about going back to school, I’ve come to a place where I find myself wanting to do nothing except be still and know that He is God. (Ps. 46:10) There is turmoil in my life: waves of doubt and mountains of impossibility. I know that if I had faith as small as a mustard seed, I could tell the mountain to be cast up and thrown into the sea, but in my overwhelmed state of human frailty, I find myself lacking even that small seed. All I can do is quiet my soul like a weaned child (Ps. 131) and press my ear to the threshold of heaven and listen for the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit.
When I take time to commune with Him, do you know what He tells me? He tells me that He loves me, and that He has a plan for me. He tells me that His grip around me is so tight that nothing can steal me out of His hand. I believe that He wants to speak the same kinds of things into your life as well. You just have to stop and acknowledge Him. Quiet your soul, empty out your anxious thoughts, and speak softly to the Spirit of the Living God. As a believer, He lives in you, and He is there to comfort you.
