Resurrection and Raindrops on my mind.

It has been almost a year to date when my wilderness season came to an end. I remember how weary I was of enduring. I remember how I was yearning to be released to something else, anything else. Difficult conversations around new ministry offerings were being held at the time but I did not feel any strong call to accept of even consider those offerings. In the midst of that, I had requested a much needed sabbatical but that rest had been turned down in light of the immediate and the urgent. My soul was done with it all.

Finally, God released me.

Today as I sat in his presence, I was eager to hear his sweet voice. In his company, I again touched that place where I was a year ago and felt his comforting presence. Then, I came across this poem that gently captured my felt experience:

Resurrection

Like a seed trampled underfoot,

You overcame violence and helped me to take root.

Like a flower wilted by a freeze,

You lifted my head and I have been newly bloomed.

Like a stream gone dry in drought,

You became a source of living water so I could survive.

Like a tree bent over from the storm,

You stood me up straight and tall again.

Like a Faithful Father, waiting for me to return home,

You welcome my presence even now.

adapted from Fragments of his Ancient Name by Joyce Ruppe, April 29

My life feels like a resurrection, thanks be to God. Almost a year to date, I am having a completly different conversation that feels like redemption; like new life. A new opportunity to minister from a place of abundance and grace is being considered. It has been a year of rest and restoration of those things that had been taken and lost. My life feels full and I am delighting in all that I am doing. More than that, I am delighting in all that I see God doing.

It feels like raindrops, delicious and warm:

Raindrops

Seed the empty clouds of my heart

with the downpour of your love.

Gather the raindrops of joyfulness

and rinse away my melancholy.

Shower the land of my mind.

with thoughts beneficial to all.

Sprinkle true motivation through

the charitable deeds that I do.

Water my efforts at forgiveness

with the flowing rains of compassion.

Fragments of his Ancient Name by Joyce Ruppe, April 30

Are you hearing the sweet voice of Jesus?

Can you touch that place of dryness, sorrow or winter in His presence, and there receive His comfort?

How might He want to shower you with His love ?

What feels like raindrops today?

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Sylvia Jeronimo

Spiritual Director/Formational Caregiver

The Way Home Ministries

(262) 955-1308