I love this season of my life.
It is a season where not much makes sense to me from my frail and finite perspective.
A season when my thoughts are miscommunicated when they are spoken through my words.
A season when the plans that I make rarely prevail.
A season when my heart is weary and my vision is blurry.
But I love this season because it requires – not requests – my total dependence upon the One
…who has a perspective that is infinite and powerful
…who has Words I can stand firmly upon as absolute Truth
…who has plans for me that are good…and His purpose always prevails
…who has a heart that never grows weak and can see to the ends of the earth
I love this season because it removes the deceiving thought that I can do anything apart from the One to whom I have surrendered my heart.
…and requires total dependence not upon my own understanding or abilities, but on Truth instead.
Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.