It's
so interesting to me -- how one day you can be on top of the world (on
the mountain top) in your relationship with God. You begin to think --
how was I ever in the valley? Or even descending into the valley? Then
all of a sudden *bam*
you're sliding down the hill for no apparent reason. There hasn't been
a trial (or not one you've been fighting through already) - there
hasn't been some conflict or doubt that has arisen - there is no
weariness, no temptation overtaking you. Just the feeling of that
mountain top closeness fading. And where "last week" you were jumping
out of bed to spend time with the Lord, you find that "this week" hours
go by in the morning with it barely crossing your mind, and when you
finally go sit down, it seems difficult and forced, rather than that
peace of abiding joyfully. It seems so easy at those times to let
busyness win over sitting and abiding.
"... See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we would be called children of God; and such we are"..."But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
God is not indifferent! He loves me and cares for my every need. So even though some mornings my quiet time seems more like dry toast than a banquet set out before me, and I can wait peacefully through a "dry time" by remembering these truths (and others!) - when I fight to remember that that my feelings don't dictate who God is to me or my standing in Christ.
