Happy Revolving Door

Corgi Hollows is buzzing with activity. I’m changing sheets for new guests daily, practically. The beautiful weather continues.

I ordered some mosquito repellent things recommended by one of my Chinese friends. I hope they are effective. I’m going to have to hand them out to my visitors. I’m still covered in bites.

The little pests are not going away! I stepped out at 3 am last night with Yuki and came in with feet covered with bites!! This is a memorable year for mosquitoes.

I wonder if they are as bad “up north.”

God is healing my heart.

Our pastor just completed a series on James. I said he should start over again—because it was so profound, so much more to learn! He laughed and agreed. Yesterday he introduced a series on the Holy Spirit.

The thought of this Person and His interaction with me —-not Jesus, not God the Father, yet God, hit me differently as my pastor spoke of Him.

The Spirit, and the verses quoted about the Holy Spirit, surprised me yesterday. Nothing I haven’t heard before, just a different take, a different time, a different conviction.

As my heart has been dark for quite awhile, trauma cut off my spiritual antennae, I have relied on my foundation of faith. I’ve relied on hope.

But I am starting to feel the love, too.

And that is a delicious feeling after a drought.

No number of words will convince anyone to be patient and wait for such a subjective experience—it happens individually, in God’s timing, in His way.

I can imagine Elijah’s wait for rain.

God knew he would answer prayer. I know God answers prayer. The waiting time can be dark and lonely, frustrating, wearing, discouraging, full of pain and even anguish.

Uff da.

I’m feeling a bit of rain, though. The dry, cracked ground of my heart is feeling a sprinkle.

It pays to have a grounded faith.

As I’ve said hundreds of times (literally): worldview matters. Faith matters. Theology matters, even. I stand on a foundation which embodies HOPE.

Faith, Hope, and Love.

How desirable and fresh, beautiful and sweet that third thing is—

LOVE.

MARANATHA!

We get to be together forever. That is love. (And we are all PERFECT there. Wow.)