The Drought

But my life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus--the work of telling others the Good News about the wonderful grace of God. – Acts 20:24 (NLT)

Then Paul answered, "Why are you weeping and breaking my heart? I am ready not only to be bound, but also to die in Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus." – Acts 21:13 (NIV)

Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been. – Revelation 6:11 (NIV)

I haven’t been blogging…For a while…My desire has been as dry as this drought our state has been suffering from. Don’t get me wrong. It doesn’t mean I have strayed away from learning more of God. In fact, since He found me, I know that my very existence and survival doesn’t mean anything if I exclude Him. Each day…

Truth is…my heart is grieving…From all the rampant, devastating news going on all around me. The growing threat of terrorism and now that 9/11 is coming around the corner, I know, like other Americans, most of us are edgy if there’s anything being planned against this beautiful country and its people. My heart knows…the deep need to always look up…and pray…Any moment… At any place… I always find myself whispering… Uttering soft, silent petitions… While driving… While cooking… While sipping my cup of coffee… After closing the door behind my husband each time he leaves for work… For my child… who is not a little boy anymore…  For leaders of this country and of this world… For people… 

History does repeat itself…

Sins then are sins now…

“It’s 7:30 already?” my son asked, interrupting my thoughts…

“Mom, time goes by so fast…” 

“Yup!”

I glanced at the nearby digital numbers glowing from the oven. 

7:30…

In the evening…

Confirming what my son had just spoken…

Clearly, another few seconds have passed by since I turned my head into that direction…

In soft whispers, I found myself lifting up petitions again…

Lord, time is fast. Our lives are indeed short. Like flowers wilting in open fields... May You always lead me and my family to Your truth…Help us Lord with Your wisdom…Your discernment…Give us the courage and the strength to overcome… Each day…I pray that for Your children… That may You always remind us to remember the race we’re in… To help us be aware of the things that we need to put into this place, instead of aiming to get things out of it… For what matters are the things that we don’t see… Thank You Lord… for Your grace, love and mercy… May many more come to know You…the only true God… May they come to realize that the tracks they are making are heading into wrong directions and instead, may Your love and forgiveness help them find the only direction that leads to You… The true drought existing in our land is nothing compared to the drought of souls needing the rain of Your grace…