These words have been dancing around in my head today. They are dancing because I have finally decided to give them the space.

Generous, Abundant, More Than Enough.

Can you see them dancing now? Moving gracefully with each other. Floating through the space... encompassing it all with the majesty and glory of the One to whom they belong.

How precious is the space that is freed for the thoughts of My Lord. How much more precious are the thoughts themselves. His thoughts. The thoughts that lead me straight into His presence.

He is generous. He is abundant. He alone is

more than enough.

His Word is generous.

His love is abundant.

His provision is more than enough for me.

Can I even fathom the power in this? As my mind clears out the things of no value, I cling to these Truths as my anchor. Every feeling submits to these uncompromising Truths. Everything is checked against His unchanging nature. I will not soon forget who You are and what Your nature is.

You are generous. You are abundant. You are more than enough for me.

And therefore the Lord [earnestly] waits [expecting, looking, and longing] to be gracious to you; and therefore He lifts Himself up, that He may have mercy on you and show loving-kindness to you. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) are all those who [earnestly] wait for Him, who expect and look and long for Him [for His victory, His favor, His love, His peace, His joy, and His matchless, unbroken companionship]! Isaiah 30:18 (Amplified)

I am looking and I am longing.

How does it happen? Why are we so often caught off guard? Life breathes a deep, steady breath and I move with it. Days are filled with purpose, ease and joy. The simple things bring pleasure and I imagine this will never end.

Then it happens. Something in the air changes, something in me changes and life no longer breathes in the steady motion of comfort. It is triggered by any number of insignificant things. There is familiarity in this now unsettling rhythm coming forth from life. What starts small, eventually assumes it's consuming hold on me. Wishing I had somehow prepared more for this moment, I look up. I recognize where I am. I am standing in a sun scorched land. I recognize the weary state I am in and the endless, dry land surrounding me. Instinct triggers prayer. But I find myself asking all the wrong questions. Why? How did this happen? How will I ever get back? Days in this sun scorched place yield no answers and offer up abundant frustration.

Morning dawns and tears are flowing easily this day. Surely this will not be the day of relief. I am not strong enough today. Tears have already come. He decides that tears are what is needed. A broken, humble spirit is required. A mind that has no intentions of doing this in her own power. Yes, these things will be required. Strange how tears can quiet the heart long enough to hear the instructions....the encouragement. He tells me I am to simply ask for water. He says to me.."you are in a sun scorched land, but I will water you. I will pour out Myself and withhold nothing from you. Look, I am doing it even now." I recognize my fault. Too distracted determining the why of things to ask for the cure. I imagine His cool Living Water flowing over me and slowly I am soothed. Life's breath promises to return to it's steady, comforting pace and hope surrounds me.

I will not forget the scorched land. I will most likely return again. But by His grace I will ask for the water and by His promise He will provide.

The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun scorched land and will strengthen your frame.....

Isaiah 58:11