Theology Over Thrice Rewarmed Coffee

One of my beloved seminary professors challenged my discipleship group to embrace two words in regards to our faith: expectant and flexible.  We need to expect that God will come through but be flexible on what that might look like.  She reminded me of that last week and it fit with a bunch of other stuff God has been tossing my way.  Definitely hard to ignore God right now.  Keeps getting in my face and whatnot... In this season of sporadic employment, I've seen the goal as finding a 40 hour/week job with benefits so I can appear to be a responsible adult to all who are judging my every move .  I've expected God to provide that.  Even as I've searched fruitlessly, God has shown me time and time again that he is Jehovah Jireh, God my provider.  He hasn't provided what I've ultimately expected, but he has provided my daily bread as I've searched.  I raise an Ebenezer to his faithfulness!  But I've come to a point where I'm reevaluating whe...

You know the feeling you get when you step outside that first day it feels like fall or the first day it feels like spring? The air does something in your lungs and toes and forehead and fills you with an overwhelming joy, making you run back inside to change your outfit? Or maybe it is just me. It makes me giggle a spontaneous prayer of praise. That period where the seasons touch and both mingle in the air with lingering kiss, both offering the best of their worlds...I think it is a glimpse of heaven. It's one of those moments where we see a subtle glow around the corner of our dark and fallen world and know that a cool reprieve is ahead after the heat of the labor of earth or that spring comes after the long, hard winter. When I step out this fall and let the cool, smoky air hit my lungs, I will hold onto hope that the season will change. The Fall will be no more. The season will change.