That you may be filled
to the measure of all the fullness of God.
That you may know this love
that surpasses knowledge.
That you may have power to grasp
how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.
That you may be rooted and established
That Christ may dwell in your hearts
That he may strengthen you
through His Spirit
in your inner being
from the abundance of His glorious riches.
I kneel before the Father.
For this reason.
December and January are uniquely difficult in our Fort Portal lives. There is a very particular press of some sort of weighty something. A vague type of heaviness that settles all over our town and in our home.
Perhaps it is the season’s heat and dry air that slows us all down and surrounds us with dreary and mundane. We love our rainy cool in this lovely mountain town. We’ve been weeks without moisture from the sky.
I just know that our daily exercise of forward motion—school, meals, work, writing and rest—those regular things have required far more energy and gumption to get started and completed.
It’s worse when sickness accompanies this dry time. And it has. A physical malaise that has stuck with our family rotating resting places for far too long it seems.
Perhaps some of the hardest work we (all of us) do. Keeping. And staying. And holding on. And discovering the next optimistic forward step.
When all around us is hot and dry and heavy and slow. (Or frozen and cold and paralyzed with ice.)
For this reason…
We press on.
And from his abundance we receive.