Surviving Spiritual Drought

This tree came crashing down in our yard one day last week.
This tree came crashing down in our yard one day last week.

When I looked out of my upstairs window and spotted this tree, I called to my hubby who was downstairs, and asked him if he saw the huge limb that had fallen. He came and looked and informed me it was a tree, not a limb. In my defense, we do have a lot of very large trees and I was kind of far away, and yes, it may be time to schedule a visit with the eye doctor.

He immediately knew which tree it was. He had tried to take it down himself, but at the time, it wouldn’t budge. That’s the tricky thing about trees. When they die, they die from the inside out. We can’t tell what’s happening on the outside, so we can be oblivious to their slow destruction until they fall on our house.

Thankfully, this one didn’t fall on the house or the deck, but closer inspection of it, really made me think.

There were no roots on this tree. They were completely dead.
There were no roots on this tree. They were completely gone.

The roots on this tree were completely dead. There wasn’t even a stump left, just a hole in the ground where a rather nice size tree had once stood. I don’t know what killed it. I do know a tree can’t live without roots. Georgia was in many years of drought and many trees in our neighborhood have been stressed and died. Prolonged drought can be extremely dangerous for trees.

Unfortunately, our spiritual lives can become like this tree if we aren’t diligent. Whether we have been raised in church or find Jesus later in our lives, we are all susceptible to life’s droughts. We weather relationship failures, divorce, job loss, illness, the loss of loved ones or infertility. There are so many hardships in life that can lead to spiritual drought that there’s just no way I could list them all here.

The point is, there are many situations that can lead us into drought. Sometimes they aren’t even life altering circumstances. Sometimes we stay married, raise kids and attend church every Sunday, but we don’t really seek God or His will for our lives. Sometimes, our spirituality slowly dies without us even knowing it. We don’t leave worship services on fire and ready to change the world. We just leave worship services, complacent and check it off of our to-do list. We can be slowly dying spiritually and not even know it because we are in spiritual drought.

The good news is, unlike that dead tree that had no choice in its fate, we do have a choice. At any moment, we can decide to search for something more and there’s so much available. We can pray for forgiveness for turning away from God to start off with and for guidance on this journey. We can dust off that old Bible and read it. We can follow along with Bible studies and blogs online. There are so many to choose from and there are so many people who struggle with this. We can find a church home and then a group or Sunday school class to plug into. We can serve others in some way. We can seek a mentor. We can find a new fresh church home if that’s what we need to do.

The bottom line is if we are in a season of drought, we must make changes and we must seek Jesus if we want to reverse our deterioration. He is really the only one who can guarantee restoration. Jesus said, “But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.”

I don’t know about you, but fresh bubbling streams sound pretty good and it’s all there just for us. We only have to ask. If you are in a season of drought, I hope you will take Jesus up on his offer. The invitation is always open.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Stops and Starts

Sometimes if we want to hear God and experience the fruits of the Holy Spirit, we have to be obedient to God's gentle nudging.
Sometimes if we want to hear God and experience the fruits of the Holy Spirit, we have to be obedient to God’s gentle nudging.

When I was planning on exercising in the middle of last week, it had been a few days. I was completely off any sort of schedule and was itching to get outside and sweat a little. When I walk, I walk briskly and sometimes jog between mailboxes for good measure. My path is right at two miles and that works beautifully for me. I have no desire to train for a marathon, triathlon or iron man, thank-you very much. I just want to stay in decent shape.

I kept having this nudge to bring my camera along. I didn’t want to bring my camera because it’s kind of big and I have to hold onto it in one hand and I can’t get a good rhythm going when I’m holding it. Furthermore, if I’m going to stop and take pictures along the way, that too, requires stopping.

However, I had really been in prayer about my blog posts. I had felt kind of empty over the past couple of weeks and had been praying for inspiration. God often inspires me through the things I see on my walks. As I write this, taking my camera, really seems like a no-brainer. But, at the time, I struggled with it. I wanted to keep my rhythm and my time and therein lies the rub right?

Me, my, and mine are perhaps three of the most dangerous words to our journey with God. Think about it. How many times does it come down to our own will for our lives versus His will? I call myself trying to be obedient and trying to listen for His voice. I lament when He won’t give me those burning bush moments with specific instructions. Yet, here I was, with a very easy request to follow. “Take your camera.”

I wonder how many prayers we think go unanswered, really are answered. We just think God is not listening and responding because He doesn’t do it in the way that we would like for Him to. How many times do we miss the answers because we aren’t obedient to gentle and quiet nudging.

I finally gave in that day and was rewarded richly for my obedience. I felt like I saw God everywhere I looked and I snapped photo after photo. There were many post ideas that came out of that simple nudging. I have already shared a few with you and have had more comments than ever about how you were touched by the message.

My obedience to such a simple nudge had the Holy Spirit flowing. Perhaps if we would like to experience more of the fruits of the Spirit, like love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control, we need to be obedient to those gentle promptings that we know in our heart come from God.

Perhaps we need to be willing to walk to His rhythm and not our own, realizing that stopping and starting, is part of the journey, whether we like it or not. It’s not about racing to the finish. It’s about learning to listen for His voice and appreciating the trip.

How do you do with stops and starts? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂