Stagnant.
Sounds like such an awful word.
When I think of the word, I think of a non-moving puddle of water, developing mold and bacteria. I wouldn’t, nor could I, drink that water.
This is currently how I feel at the moment.
It’s my halfway mark on the World Race, and as I do not necessarily want to go home, it isn’t exactly easy being away from my family, friends, and the comforts of home. I didn’t come on the race for it to be easy. I wanted to be refined by the fire. To be broken.
I recently realized how much I’ve been placing my identity and security in others, rather than in the Lord. Who do I seek to for comfort? Friends? Family? Or is it my Maker, my Healer, My King?
As the Lord keeps molding me and shaping me, I continue to want more.
I feel as of late, my daily quiet time has been very routine. It consists of reading the Bible, listening to the same worship songs I enjoy, sitting in prayer, and journaling. I feel like my time with Jesus has become rather stagnant.
I know it doesn’t have to feel monotonous. I am not necessarily in a slump, but I’m not moving forward. I feel like I’m not moving at all… which is a lie. The Lord constantly shows us new things daily, we just have to open our eyes and see. See where He’s guiding us.
This past month, I read a book ‘Hind’s Feet on High Places’, an allegory about a woman coming from a valley and journeying to the high places of a mountain top. During one specific scene, it described a waterfall flowing from high places and joyously leaping down to low places. It seemed to me that abiding in the Lord from these high places allowed this waterfall to overflow and reach the depths below with a rush of triumphant joy.
I want to be just like that waterfall.
I want to abide in the Lord so fully that I overflow to those around me. Not a stagnant puddle, but a rushing waterfall that cannot be stopped or quenched. A waterfall that can break through stone without becoming weary, but consistent and endures.
I know that the Lord speaks to me in many different ways, and I want more. I want a greater measure of His love. So as I’m finding it difficult to branch out and find new ways to worship My King, I’m wondering if you all could help me out.
Pray for the Lord to reveal new ways for me to spend my quiet times with Him. Share with me how you worship and find rest in the Lord! What songs speak to you? Help a sista out!
