Life is full, conversation rich, and spiritual warfare, definitely present.
During the last few weeks it has become apparent that we are indeed where we are supposed to be. We are seeking God daily, spending time in prayer and worship (adoration some call it, others, eucharisto), trying to take in large amounts of scripture daily, and asking God constantly to open the heavens and pour out his spirit on us, this people, and this land. We are seeking Him and finding He is readily available to all who ask. As my dad used to say, He waits to be wanted.
But along with this has come extremely high malaria fevers, my baby girl on an IV, projectile vomiting at 6:30am, new computers that die for no reason, a lost contact that was found the next day no worse for being swept up and left to be tossed out with the other dirt, and a host of other things that tend to leave you feeling dejected, demoralized, and just plain tired.
When God is at work the enemy does not rest.
Thankfully my God is a force to be reckoned with.
During this time of seeming constant attack, I have felt the presence of God filling our house. He has seemed to be just an arm's length away, and if I could just stretch out a bit more I could touch the hem of His garment. No amazing changes have been wrought through this struggle of ours, no lives changed, no huge battles fought, yet I feel we have won something. My joy remains, my spirit is not crushed, and I can say with firm conviction that my God is good, and His purposes will not be thwarted.
"For you, O God, have tested us, you have tried us as silver is tried, You brought us into the net, you laid a crushing burden on our backs; you let men ride over our heads, we went through fire and through water; yet you have brought us out to a place of abundance."