Time

The weather teaches us so much. Each season with its own magical enchantment. Its breathtaking, exhilarating...enriching. I especially love the places that are hit hard with everything and yet, the following year the grass is greener than before, the trees sturdier, and the flowers more beautiful. Its a lesson to be taught. Each year has its own problems, lessons; growths. We can be beat down and browned, but eventually we will be green again; we will shoot towards the sky and be beautiful. Its the way of things. The beauty of a cycle. A period of growth that teaches us how to praise God more and more each day. We don't have to come to Him perfect and altogether. We just need to come. Come and be. The lesson I'm learning of late is that He is all I need. I can't fix myself and then go to Him. I just need to go and rest in Him. He'll take care of the rest. I really do love Him. With all of my heart, soul, and mind. Which leads me to my heart's desire. Reaching those around me that will not let Him in. It breaks my heart. Brands it in a way nothing else could. We are called to be intercessors. To pray for these people everyday, with every breath until there is a transformation. It it is our duty. If we really love them and desire them to change for Him, then we need to be on our knees, crying out every night. That is love. I pray that I may accept this role daily and wear the burden of it always. "Let me see into heaven, Lord. Let you're heavenly rain fall on these people so entwined with my heart. Hear our cries and soften their hearts. Give us the strength to endure for as long as we must. Let us not be lazy. Everything to and for you Lord. Thank you."