Driving through some southern state, stuck somewhere between grief and isolation in a tiny Toyota Corrolla with my riding buddy asleep, brake lights and parking lot traffic, I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs *"THOSE DAMN LOCUSTS!"
This is unbelievable. I thought there would be so much more fruit. I had such a renewed faith for my dad's life since my mom died. I trusted that the Lord was going to do some major breakthroughs in this upcoming season. I believed this with all my heart. I know without a doubt that the week prior to his death, my dad's heart was stirred towards the Lord. I sense his heart was responding, there is evidence of that. I don't know the fullness, but I'm hopeful. I just wanted more.
I feel so robbed.
*See the book of Joel for the locust reference
sorry to hear about the loss of your dad, christine. i'm at a loss as to what to say except that know that i'm praying for you.
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