Sometimes communing with You feels like an uphill battle. Like wherever You are is “above” or “ahead of” wherever I am, with the Enemy holding me down or back. Sometimes I stop to rest amid the ongoing resistance. Maybe I even think I am stopping to “smell the flowers.” But before long, I realize I’m in a poppy field like the one in the Wizard of Oz, and I (like Dorothy) have thrown over my very precious Quest for a good long nap.
That’s how I’m feeling today, Lord.
The sky outside is that icy grey I remember from many days gone by. The chill in the morning air is just the first hint of the arctic blast already on its way. My body and mind want to hunker down under the covers and hibernate until Spring. But if I do, my spirit will freeze to death.
So instead, I’m here on my knees, Lord. I am just “showing up.” Not because I “feel like it,” but because I know what You say is always True. I am resisting the devil, expecting him to flee. I am coming near to You, knowing You willcome near to me. I am washing the poppy dust off my hands and asking You do to the work in my heart that only You can do (James 4:7-8).
I don’t need flowers in the winter, Lord… I need You. And You are right here.
“You hem me in behind and before, and You lay Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your Presence? If I go up to the heavens… if I make my bed in the depths, You are there… even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast… even the darkness will not be dark to You…” (Psalm 139:5-10,12a)
The God — my God — for All Seasons.