Monday, May 15, 2017

Habakkuk 3:17-19

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stall's:
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

I love the feel of the long green grass between my bare toe's, the sound of the whispering trees in the front yard, the sweet smell of the lilacs that are growing on the side of the house, hearing bird's sing long into the afternoon:

Puffy white clouds that sail across blue sky, watching the fresh clean laundry blowing in the breeze, sticking colorful flower's in my hair, eating chicken salad on the front porch etc...

I desire to sing along with the bird's accepting all that God allows. I want to take my shoe's off and dance with the dandelion's. I want to laugh, and spin with delight. I want to trust even in the dark.

I have dreams, good dreams... but the Lord is teaching me to come to the place of being able to say "Although... yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation."

The Lord God is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.