Scarred, but not broken
Weak, but not tepid
Hungry, but not famished
Zeal consumes my soul
Love devours my heart
Mercy conquers my spirit
Sword in hand
Faith in front
Eye on Christ
All for Him
Scarred, but not broken
Weak, but not tepid
Hungry, but not famished
Zeal consumes my soul
Love devours my heart
Mercy conquers my spirit
Sword in hand
Faith in front
Eye on Christ
All for Him
THIS dryness is not God’s rejection, but only a little test to see if you trust Him still—when you’re not perfect.
It is not the Sun which moves, but the Earth. So too, we pass through seasons when we are stripped of consolations and cast into the darkness of wintry testing. Still, the Son has not moved; His Love and Mercy burn with a consuming fire, awaiting the right moment when we are ready to enter a new springtime of spiritual growth and the summer of infused knowledge.