It has been over half a year since I have written here.
I have been through a season of diffuse efforts and seemingly futile struggle, in which I have largely been either busy or worn out with tiredness. The good news is that the season turned at the end of six months. I have had cause for hope, and I continue to hope for renewal.
In the meantime, I pray to resist everything that undermines God’s work in my life, chiefly ill-discipline. Jesus must have the lordship, and I cannot give Him that place if His approval is not what I seek.
I must cultivate the discipline of holiness, in which I am a novice. I pray that I may be discerning about the ways in which I may best do this in a world that needs to know love instead of a self-righteousness.
About a month before this, my term ended and I had time for reflection and to seek counsel. I thank God for the friends in whom I have been able to confide, and who have offered me their patience, sympathy and the occasional bit of counsel (this last thing, I marvel at).
I thank God also for the refuge He has given me on this earth. No human relationship has given me more comfort, and I could have hoped for no better partner to be a faithful support and encouragement to me. I give this house to Him to build, and I rest at His grace – in this, too, He must be Lord. So He has taught me.
