I came across my old blog from ten years ago. The memories have almost faded, it was good I was able to record it before the moments have completely been forgotten. My favorite entry is about how I visited Sonya’s garden with old friends, and how, even if I had known them for more than a decade, I have discovered new things about them. It is always a good thing. Discovery. And I believe that each day, there are new discoveries to be made.
I have spent almost a decade of not writing. Not recording events that have transpired. I was in a spiritual desert. It was barren. There was nothing to see there. No miraculous signs. No voice from heaven speaking to me directly. What was there to write when there was literally nothing? That’s why I stopped writing. For almost ten years.
Then it happened a couple of years ago that my brother has found his calling as a pastor. He didn’t ask me to come out of the desert. But he shared with me what it was like to be among green pastures and still waters. And I remember that time in my life when I was there too. When I clearly heard the Lord, who is my Shepherd. I miss those times when I would walk in the greenery of His pasture, and take a drink of the refreshing waters of His word. How I would hear His voice calling my name, speaking to me.
And so I decided to journey again, away from the desert, to that land of plenty. Step by step I am beginning to hear His voice again. I begin to see the lush greenery, a field of many flowers and quiet streams. I see Him before me with arms open wide, ready to bring back the lost sheep into His fold.
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