There is a gentleness with the Lord that surprises me every now and again. Lately, for myself, I have been regenerating, resting, restoring, refreshing. I have been home from my latest overseas ministry trip nearly 9 weeks (the same length of time that I am most often on the ground there), and this renewing is gentle; a slowly unfolding thing.
There is no drama around this work (of restoring). It cannot be rushed. It needs no fanfare nor introduction, but a simple washing of grit and grime and weariness. It cannot be rushed. Did I say that already?
I realize that I can trust this process. While I don’t feel all the way back to full strength and vitality yet, it will come. I trust the Lord to restore and renew me. I trust the time ahead to do a quiet work within me. I trust silence and introspection, of writing and of gentle work, of reading and of contemplation, to both leave and create cracks and burbling where anything I have taken on these years not meant to be carried, can wash away and off.
And when I think back on the years with the Lord, when I consider the journey’s of the many I have done prayer ministry alongside, I see this same gentleness of God that takes us in hand and feeds us, cleans us, waters us, breathes life into us; it is the picture of a small fragile bird in the hand of a loving person intent on growing and then setting that one free. This is the God that I know.
Often though, we would want a little more fanfare, a little more speed and increased development; but the Lord is in no rush. And certainly no rush with us. All is in good timing so it would seem. This, I will trust.
In sync with God we find a holy rhythm to all things. Nothing too soon. Nothing late. Not always as we would envision! This is for sure. But good nonetheless. Gentle and strong and true, this is the Lord’s care of us. Thank You Lord. May you mightily be blessed.