Praise God for another week of blessings beyond my comprehension. I continue to stand dumbfounded by the why and intoxicated by the how. Whether it be pillars of clouds during the day or towers of fire at night, the unmitigated fact that my Creator guides my every step and cares about the intricate details of my life in ways I have never deserved, leave my heart in a state of deficit for anything less than what pleases Him. The mirror of self-reflection keeps me on my face as I realize more and more what I was and still am without His loving intervention.
More lessons from the pages of business ownership this week as scenarios both in and out of my control challenge the norm. Moments of loss and gain seem to follow the same clock as the tide, and my feet weather with instability as the sand changes shape. I earnestly seek to know when the drought may end and then practically suffocate when it actually does. Some days the answer comes quick, and others fail to yield even a nod. And still in my doubt, there are leftovers. In every season His hand has been so good. In every storm, the umbrella of His refuge has kept me so dry. From the view of every riverbank, His parting of the water has been so timely and from the barren floor of the wilderness, His aerial sustenance has been so nourishing. From the foot of the Cross, His sacrifice has remained so worthy. Every atom of oxygen my lungs can exhaust and every ounce of trust my mind can evoke irrefutably belong in His court.
