“So then, there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God.” Hebrews 4:9 (ESV) Go ahead, take a deep breath. Inhale slowly, and as you let it out, whisper a word of thanks. Let the worries that have been clinging to your thoughts drift out with that breath. They don’t get to stay. Not right now. I’m sitting here in my study. If you were with me, I’d turn your chair toward the window so you could see what I’m seeing. The pool is still, and the lawn is busy with the gathering this morning. There’s a new little fellow, a white bunny, just hopping across the grass like he owns the place. The birds are playing, no other word for it, really, they’re playing, and the sun is doing something rather uncharacteristic for this time of year: it’s being gentle. There’s a soft breeze, and the air feels a touch cooler than it has any right to. Honestly, it’s as if the whole world has decided to take a collective sigh and slow down just enough to be noticed. I sit here watching it all, and a tho...
Joel 1:12 (AMP) “The vine is dried up, and the fig tree fails; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple or quince tree, even all the trees of the field are withered, so that joy has withered and fled away from the sons of men.” THOUGHT Can you imagine standing there… looking at once-beautiful trees, now dry, empty, and lifeless? The vine, the fig tree, the pomegranate, the palm… all of them withered. What once brought life and nourishment now looks tired and worn out. It must have felt heavy, like something precious had quietly slipped away. And if I am honest… I recognise that feeling. There are days when I don’t feel like myself. Days when joy doesn’t feel close or easy. It’s not always loud or dramatic; sometimes it’s just a quiet dullness, like going through the motions… doing what needs to be done, but without that spark. Almost like being in “robot mode.” Perhaps it’s tiredness. Perhaps it's life pressing a little too hard. Or perhaps it’s simply one of those ...