Rest

I woke up this morning earlier than I expected, with a fog of uncertainty around me. There is no greater gift than the presence of God. To be aware of it when little things uncover rotted soil, where little can grow and what can take seed is soon crippled and withered by light. 

God is good to uncover rotten soil. His presence reveals just how wonderful, full of life, full of air, His love is. The tilling, the waiting, the planting, the waiting. All of it speaks to how good God is, how sovereign He is, mercy boundless, yet mercy might come in the form of drought, to expose the rot. Rain, that it might seep into the soil and quench a thirsty land. 

Let it be. 

Thirst is a feeling of want, a desire to be satisfied. 

Grace to welcome desire, thirst, and longing, and grace to understand that you alone satisfy. 

Let it mean more to me than ever before.