New Season

A popular song in praise & worship, It's a new season, it's a new Day, keeps running through my head the last few days. A fitting song for January. The premise of the song is simple……HOPE. HOPE for a better tomorrow. Seasons represent “newness” and “hope” for things to come. The Bible refers to seasons throughout…largely in connection with harvests and the ripening of the harvest. If we don’t have hope than we have very little, and our children have even less. Our vines are dead and withered and there is no harvest.
We must continually train our hearts to watch and listen for the Lord’s leading in our life. In essence we must continually HOPE. Only then can we truly be open vessels that the Lord can fill. If we think we have all the answers, all the resources, all the knowledge, all the prosperity, all the wealth then praying and hoping becomes a void and fruitless act. You could say it would be a “hopeless world”. God gave his Son so that we might have life and life more abundantly. A bountiful crop!

Journey Back

It couldn't have been more eye opening, or more painful literally and figuratively ( no pun intended) when the masseuse told me I was at "ground zero" with my health, a term used too frequently for emphasis these days. But I suppose it fit the crime. When asked if I hurt anywhere I sheepishly replied "sure, my lower back...a little bit". Little did I realize when the Romanian born masseuse began to work on my lower back did I expect such pain, emotionally and physically. Seems my back is in dire straits and my muscles are "frozen". I searched my brain for what he meant by "frozen". Was there an American word that he meant to say instead of "frozen". No chance of that since he has been in the US for 12 years. Tears flow easily while facing down it seems. I was glad that he was not seeing the "wake up call" that I now was facing. How did I get here? Sure I could pile up my excuses and they all sounded darn good but truth was I just had myself too blame. Later while heading back to our room at the resort, I was almost excited to tell my husband of my "frozen" state but realized I was simply trying to motivate myself toward what I already knew. I vowed to start somehow and envisioned the great "thaw out" of my frozen muscles. Could I do it?