It’s been awhile since I posted here. Busy summer and fall, my mom was quite ill during December and January, and we remodeled both bathrooms, as well. I’ve also been busy writing a couple of manuscripts.
It’s been another cold winter here, and we’re awaiting the birth of several baby calves. Hopefully, they’ll won’t arrive on the scene till this cold snap decides to trot along out of here. Yesterday was a typical spring day, with warmer temperatures (high in the 40′s…a regular heat wave) and winds that would cause a bird to ponder the wisdom of sitting atop a barbed wire fence. I noticed several bobbing their little tails up and down, consistently readjusting for balance!
That observation brought to mind the scripture in Jame 1 concerning the importance of believing and not doubting: “for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.” I won’t deny doubting at times. I guess it’s human. But God’s word and His Holy Spirit are an anchor that can keep us grounded, no matter the storm’s power or devastation.
I’ve been reading through the books of the Old Testament and have been reminded over and over of the importance of declaring and living our faith in God. How often in the OT did God’s people forget him and go about doing things their own way? In Judges, it seemed to happen every time one generation passed, a new one followed, and the people forgot about the wonderful things God had done. Or one judge followed God, and a new judge took his place.
There is great concern these days that our country’s citizens have forgotten their roots, their heritage, and their allegiance. Similarly, but of much more importance, our relationship with our God is often swept aside in the busyness of a harried, hurried culture. Hopefully, we can all learn to carry our utmost concerns to the foot of the cross, asking and trusting. When our lives are on the line, He holds the line. When we’re adrift on a stormy sea, Jesus is in the boat with us. What else could we ask for in the worst of storms?