TheWritePath

     Several months passed, and the seasons had changed. As I sat alone in the swing, I saw the fields were about ready for harvest. I thought back over the last few months, things had changed, but more importantly, I had changed. I wish I could tell you it was got the better, but I can’t. The month prior had brought with it a feeling of hopelessness and dread. My emotions were changing like the leaves on the trees, the harder I tried to control then the more upset I got. I had been doing so well . . . why can’t I control these mood swings? My  heart was grieving, and I felt alone and confused.    When I reached the point that I was ready to listen to what the Lord was speaking to me, He took me to Matthew 27:35 through 28:10. Concentration to read that I had as the words tan together and when I finished, I was lead to Mark 15:24 through 16:6. This continued until I had read all four accounts of the crucifixion and resurrection of our Lord. I sat there more...

         IT WAS EARLY SPRING, and the warmth of the sun on my face was refreshing after the cold winds of winter. As I sat in our porch swing, I watched the busy activity of the birds in as they scurried about gathering twigs for their nest. Off in the distance, I could hear the sound of a tractor in the fields preparing  the ground for planting. With the coming of spring, all the trees were budding, and the first flowers of the season had pushed their way through the soil, bringing new life all around me. As I sat there, my heart was filled with hope and excitement as I looked to the future.    It had only been a few weeks since the seed had been planted in my heart, and I had taken care to guard it from anyone or anything that might come and try to destroy or steal it from me. Oh, how I longed it see it mature, but for now, it needed time to grow until it became apart of all that I was becoming in Christ.     As I took a deep brea...