An Unassuming Cure

My spiritual life has been so dry for so long. It's a bit confusing because I realized it's not for lack of hearing God's voice, or feeling His presence, but it's just felt like “business as usual.” I compare it to when you do life next to your spouse for a while—dishes, budget, put the kids to bed—and in that week-in, week-out mix, you forget that they aren't just your roommate or business associate.

Recently though, I've entered a trial of faith and I never thought I could be so thankful for one in all my life while still in the midst of it. Sure, I'm rather thankful afterwards for many of the things God's taken me through, but I've never been smack-dab in the time of waiting or pain and said, "At last! A trial of various kinds!"

I can't tell if this trial is just smaller in comparison to a few I've been through before, or if with this one I'm experiencing the fruit of having fervently walked with Jesus for about fifteen years. I felt the Holy Spirit say to me, “Remember when I...” and He was referring to my not so distant past. With those many reminders I couldn't be afraid or lose trust, even if I tried.

So, I sheepishly admit to attending the worship nights, downloading the new albums, and going to the altar to receive prayer because I know my heart needs revival. But I have found my unassuming cure. How sweet—how sweet to trust in Jesus and how delightful to feel the Father's testing. I know He treats me as a daughter. Thank you for loving me this much, Dad. Thank you.

For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives. --Hebrews 12:6

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