Dwindling.
A short reflection.
Are we in a season of death?
It all seems to be dwindling.
I see the numbers in my bank account slowly decreasing.
I feel hope being sucked from our conversations.
I hear groaning from everything that has breath.
Do you hear it, too?
I am part of the noise.
The strong are becoming weak.
The weight of yesterday and tomorrow is felt today.
But here, in the midmorning of another work day I will remind myself I have everything I need.
My sins are forgiven and my name is safe in the hands of Christ.
He has me and I have him.
Tonight, when the rain comes, I’ll open my palms to the sky and fill them with the gifts of God.
I’ll remember miracles happen every day and He has not forgotten me.
I’ll eat macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs to remind myself what it’s like to be a child.
With every bite I’ll ask God to give me that child-like faith I once had.
Oh, it was beautiful.
It is beautiful.
And it’s still alive in each of us.
Let Him wake you up.
This is a season for growing.
With hope,