With beauty around every
bend in this part of the world, the artistic part of me feels a bit unused. In Indonesia, I searched for beauty like a thirsty man
searches for water … I miss that. The writer in me feels less
inspired here. The musician in me less songful. But I'm filling
up … The cactus of my frame is preserving water for another day when
desert surrounds. I am storing up beauty and goodness and
truth in my soul to later glean from … and there
bloom … wherever He might plant us. So thankful am I for my
family, for our parents, siblings, friends, church, neighbourhood. It is
a good season.
"Forget
the former things; do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way
in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
I provide water in
the wilderness and streams in the wasteland, to give drink to My people,
My chosen, the people I formed for Myself
that they may proclaim My
praise."
(from Isaiah 43)
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