its paths laced with russet gold;
and September happens in holy unfolding.
even when the rhyme appears to have no reason.
To everything there is a season. A time for every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
To every ending, a beginning. Last week, one season ended so another could begin. I have now officially rejoined the working world and am earning my keep. It’s been a wild ride. And I praise God for His provision.
But there’s something I miss.
I miss the time I had; when God felt close because I drew near. When questions led not so much to answers, as much as they did to Him.
I miss the place of purging and burning away, where dross removed revealed brilliant gold, where doubt revealed faith, and weakness… His strength.
I miss the place of healing and mercy; the place where my impoverished lack proved… His exceedingly and abundant provision.
I miss it and I want to go back.
Seasons change and Septembers happen to us all. For me, it’s been a job and income, new opportunities, new challenges along with a bit of, stretching, perhaps even a wee bit of… compromise.
I want to go back. The good news is I can, if I want to. And I’d love some company. So consider this my invitation.
Will you join me today in seeking His face and approaching His throne?
Come with me and together we will find mercy and grace to help us; not only in our time of need, but always and forever.
“Surely there is a mine for silver, and a place where gold is refined.” Job 28:1
So I’m still waiting for what I borrowed from a 401k,
to pay bills,
I’m waiting still and still going
and really, really frustrated with the whole process!
It took seven days to receive the application, 30 minutes to complete and drive to a local office for same day processing, followed by a phone call six days later requesting a missing signature and a “24-48 hour” promised turn-around, an $11 refaxing of the entire application, and a second phone call six days and 144 hours later.
This time I heard, “the banking information is incomplete”, this despite the voided check included in my application and then, following a repeat of my routing and account numbers, “two days expedited mail”, they said, “you could conceivably get it Wednesday”, followed by, “there’s no guarantee.”
One of these days, I really would like to follow ‘going’ with ‘strong’; but for now it’s just, well…
So I wait, still and trust some more.
Perhaps even this
discrepancy and disconnect, the place between the words of my mouth and the works of my hands, where pretense spills out, as body contents through an incision whose edges remain separated after surgery, can be used for my good and His Glory.
God is Sovereign and His timing is always, not just sometimes, not just occasionally, but always and forever perfect!
And so as August lies down and September rises, I remember and rest in the refining!