Like a deer drinking from a stream,
I reach out to you, my God.
My soul thirsts for the living God.
When can I go to meet with him?
Instead of food, I have only tears day and night,
as my enemies laugh at me and say, “Where is your God?” (Psalm 42)
Finally, here in Wake Forest, the heat seems to have broken and the promise of fall has seeped into the conversation. Not dramatically, but subtly, what I’ve been waiting for all summer is now looking more and more possible.
I have to laugh at myself, because this is the middle of September in North Carolina. Cooler temperatures will come, the leaves will change in a riot of uproarious color, there will be a crispness in the air.
But we lived in Florida so long (35 years for me) that sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s not going to be hot, humid, muggy, and uncomfortable, without hope of respite, for the balance of all eternity! So I simply have to believe, and have faith that the summer will be over.
So Monday evening, after supper, Scout and I took a short walk through the neighborhood, gratefully breathing in the possibilities. The sky was beautiful, the air was clear, and we both had a little extra spring in our step.
I know Fall is not really here yet, and we’re just splashing around on the edges of promise; but sometimes promise engaged is all it takes to free the spirit enough to embrace what is possible.
Sometimes promise engaged is all it takes to free the spirit enough to embrace what is possible.
And that – unintentionally – turned out to be my pivot into the devotional element of this post. Exactly how this conversation applies to being a faithful disciple, I’ll let you work out for yourselves.
Peace, blessings, and promise; always promise – DEREK