Comments on: When, For a Season, God Himself Blocks You

By: Anita Mathias

Anita Mathias — Sun, 05 Oct 2014 19:07:58 +0000

In reply to Mary Collins. Be blessed too, Mary, and thank you for commenting!

By: Mary Collins

Mary Collins — Sun, 05 Oct 2014 16:10:22 +0000

Anita,
What a beautiful post. You have captured much of what I feel in my life, as I have reached a place in life not of my own doing. A place that I consider unfair but I still hold on waiting for Him to show the direction I am to go.
Be blessed
Mary

By: Charles Cooper

Charles Cooper — Sun, 05 Oct 2014 13:39:33 +0000

In reply to Anita Mathias. Yes and Amen!

By: Anita Mathias

Anita Mathias — Sat, 04 Oct 2014 20:29:53 +0000

Late 50ies. 30-40 years more of life. Of active productive life, if the Lord wills it, and if he gives you health, and you maintain it. (Latter a challenge for me :-). Life is very long, and God may yet resurrect your dream, or replace it with a better one!

By: Charles Cooper

Charles Cooper — Sat, 04 Oct 2014 14:04:35 +0000

Thank you so much for this!
This so describes the season I have been in. Now in my late 50’s in a place of seeming inactivity and melancholy over what seems to be an unfulfilled dream and promise.

Reading this puts things in perspective and imparts great encouragement and hope.
Thank you for writing and posting this and all the many other posts that have challenged and encouraged me and, I am sure, so many others.

By: Anita Mathias

Anita Mathias — Sat, 04 Oct 2014 10:48:07 +0000

In reply to Andy. Andy, thank you so much for reading and commenting. I am glad you liked it. The desert is a more common experience than one might imagine, and I believe God takes everyone he loves through it!

By: Andy

Andy — Sat, 04 Oct 2014 10:04:58 +0000

I started to read, and thought of Shakespeare.

KING HENRY V (Act 4, Scene 1)
Gloucester, ’tis true that we are in great danger;
The greater therefore should our courage be.
Good morrow, brother Bedford. God Almighty!
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry:
Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all, admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.

I continued reading and was hit! And the tears flowed. More I cannot say.

By: Anita Mathias

Anita Mathias — Fri, 03 Oct 2014 17:27:06 +0000

In reply to Kathryn Ross.

Dancing on the waves. What a wonderful image!
“Your post is His response to a prayer I whispered just before I clicked on the link where it was on Christian Poets and Writers in my email box.” My goodness–it is so wonderful and heartening for a writer when that happens!

By: Kathryn Ross

Kathryn Ross — Fri, 03 Oct 2014 16:49:04 +0000

I am speechless, Anita. Thank you for being so obedient and writing this post – today! You cannot imagine the timing of my reading it after certain events that have unfolded this past week and the critical moment I am at in my own writing career – ministry – the place God has been leading me through all the things you mentioned. I do not want the noise – never did. And, I have been formed in the quiet, silence, that country garden. So much so, in fact, it is the foundation of my current discipleship project. But, those wolves you mentioned have drawn blood – again – this week. A corner has been turned on this journey and it’s just me and God. He’s brought me this far – He will not drop me. He will cause me to more than walk on the water but to dance on the waves. Your post is His response to a prayer I whispered just before I clicked on the link where it was on Christian Poets and Writers in my email box.

I think we have many commonplaces – I am blessed to read more of your mid-life musings. Kindred.

Thank you for writing . . . and the ministry in the quiet.

Joy!
Kathryn Ross
http://www.thewritersreverie.com

By: Anita Mathias

Anita Mathias — Fri, 03 Oct 2014 16:26:42 +0000

In reply to Katrina Green. I will lure her into the desert and there I will show her my love, Hosea 2:14. Makes perfect sense to me. Where else would we have enough time for Him, or each other, or all that is good, quiet and holy, but is the still, silent desert, that plac e of sensory deprivation!