I’m sitting here, waiting for some sort of muse to hit me on the head, but nothing’s coming. Just one question then; what do you do when God seems silent? When nothing seems to make sense, when your prayers seem to be bouncing of the ceiling, how do you react? Do you keep schlepping on? Oh do you just fold into yourself and wait to die? Do you carry on with your routine when it seems to lose all meaning?
It gets hard sometimes, really hard to just walk on blindly, to just keep going when nothing seems to be working right. I once heard someone preach about the importance of routine in the Christian walk, I remember how he actually listed it up there as one of the most important parts of a Christian’s life. At that time, it seemed flimsy to me.
But I’ve been there; I’ve been in a place so dark that all you can really think of is putting one foot in front of the other. Kneeling down every evening to pray even when I didn’t feel like it. I have never been a “routine” person, and at that time I never realized that what I was doing was routine. And its only looking back that I realize the importance of that routine, only looking back that I realize that though I sometimes had to force myself to pick up my Bible, those times were probably the times I benefited the most from it, the times that lifted me up and kept me going.
And the times that I failed to stick to that routine, yes, they were there, and those times it felt like I was sinking even deeper. It was almost like the routine didn’t necessarily lift me up, but it gave me just enough lift to stay where I was, just enough to keep from me falling too low.
I have no idea what to write today, this week, maybe something will come to me tomorrow, but I hope I have at least given you something to think about.
Oh yeah, and for the record, I’m happy :).
Take care. Have a blessed week.
It gets hard sometimes, really hard to just walk on blindly, to just keep going when nothing seems to be working right. I once heard someone preach about the importance of routine in the Christian walk, I remember how he actually listed it up there as one of the most important parts of a Christian’s life. At that time, it seemed flimsy to me.
But I’ve been there; I’ve been in a place so dark that all you can really think of is putting one foot in front of the other. Kneeling down every evening to pray even when I didn’t feel like it. I have never been a “routine” person, and at that time I never realized that what I was doing was routine. And its only looking back that I realize the importance of that routine, only looking back that I realize that though I sometimes had to force myself to pick up my Bible, those times were probably the times I benefited the most from it, the times that lifted me up and kept me going.
And the times that I failed to stick to that routine, yes, they were there, and those times it felt like I was sinking even deeper. It was almost like the routine didn’t necessarily lift me up, but it gave me just enough lift to stay where I was, just enough to keep from me falling too low.
I have no idea what to write today, this week, maybe something will come to me tomorrow, but I hope I have at least given you something to think about.
Oh yeah, and for the record, I’m happy :).
Take care. Have a blessed week.
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