An excerpt from my journal.
My heart feels empty today. I feel weary. Stretched thin. So worn out.
Although ministry is in no way strenuous at all, I just feel so tired.
Physically, mentally, spiritually. I am reading a book called “Hind’s Feet
on High Places” which is an allegory about a girl named Much-Afraid, and
her journey to the High Places to be with the Shepard. I read this today:
“In this place they were to rest for a time, and while there
Much-Afraid wandered off by herself. After climbing the cliff she found herself
looking into a lonely little cove completely enclosed on three sides by the
cliffs and with nothing in it but driftwood and stranded seaweed. The chief
impression it made upon her was it’s emptiness. It seemed to lie there like an
empty heart, watching and longing for the far-off tide which had receded to
such a distance that it could never again return.
When, however, drawn by an urge to revisit the lonely cove, Much-Afraid
went back to the same spot some hours later, all was changed. The waves were
now rushing forward with strength of a high tide urging them onward. Looking
over the edge of the cliff, she saw that the little cove which had been so
empty was now filled to the brim. Great waves, roaring and laughing together,
pouring themselves through the narrow inlet and were leaping against the sides,
irresistably taking possestion of every empty niche and crevice.”
Right now, I’m the empty, lonely cove, but soon, the tide is going to come
rushing in and the ocean of His love is going to fill me up again. I am holding
onto that promise with everything in me today. My tide is coming, my tide is
coming, my tide is coming…
