On one of my many pilgrimages from my apartment to the library, I came across this sight: This branch was dead. The first word that came to my mind was "withered." I think it reflected my current feelings of my spiritual life. I felt like I was withering. In the past, when I felt like I was withering, it was usually because of noise. People around me are always searching for some sort of external stimulation: television, music, talking,...
I would venture to say that most people in America have lost a proper concept of holiness because everything in life has become the same. There is nothing set apart, but we constantly seek out gratification of some sort. We are surrounded by music and talking and all sorts of things that in the end are tantamount to pure noise. None of these things may be individually bad—it's just that we have not given place for the absence of them. We've...
Today, God broke through all of the noise in my life. I really needed to hear from Him today and He led me and guided me to the right place and the right circumstance so that He could just shower His love on me. I'm really in awe of Him. I really love Him. Here's a new poem for you that I pray encourages you to hold fast to God's promises. Fresh Encounter Now, I feel a gentle breeze,
Subtle, first, but no less real,
Now it comes, oh...
