Summer
Woe is me! For I have become
as when the summer fruit has been gathered,
as when the grapes have been gleaned:
there is no cluster to eat,
no first-ripe fig that my soul desires.
(Micah 7:1, ESV)
Spring is a fun season for me. The trials and tribulations of a cold winter, with potential snow, ice, wind, and difficult road conditions, have ended. I listen to the birds sing, and I enjoy seeing the buds come on the tree. I walk along the paths and watch children play in the park. I feel the cool breeze of Holy Spirit speaking to me as He directs my attention to what the Father is doing.
I interpret spring as a time of preparation, planting, and nurturing. I greatly enjoy these times in my life.
However, summer is a difficult time of the year. I toil as I care for the yard, and struggle knowing how often I should water the plants during a time of uncertain rainfall. I’m a person of comfort. I don’t like hot, stuffy, dry weather. This is my 65th summer and I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with it.
Many mornings like today, I wake up and wonder what am I going to do. Since the forecast is for rain all day, I will stay inside. I am comfortable doing things inside my house, but I struggle with things inside my soul.
I am feeling that there is a pause in my fruitfulness. Like the farmer, I have times of planting and times of waiting. I usually go to Psalm 40 when I am struggling with waiting on the Lord. However, the Spirit directed me to this scripture today.
Yahweh [the Father] said to my Lord, the Messiah:
“Sit with me as enthroned ruler
while I subdue your every enemy.
They will bow low before you
as I make them a footstool for your feet.”
(Psalm 110:1, TPT)
If Jesus can wait for the perfect time of the Father, so can I.
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