September is a month of transition. I am transitioning from 6 months overseas, solely dedicated to knowing God and learning how to be His, to a completely different lifestyle of classes, homework, ministry, athletics, and an attempt at a social life. All of these agendas have been eating away at me, alive yet undetectable.
Until one day it hit me – I was doing all the right things, yet something, someone, was missing.
For a while I called it a dry season. It’s normal for us to have dry seasons. That’s what everyone says; it has to be true.
I’m not so sure anymore. Maybe it was the Holy Spirit challenging me in this thought, or maybe it was my stubbornness. Maybe it was both, teaming together to fuel my desire to get truth straight from the Source Himself, instead of blindly accepting secondhand revelation from what people say to be true.
I wondered, could there ever be a dry season when we are in true unity with Living Water?
I wanted to say yes. That would make this season easier. I would have an immediate answer and be able to move on. I could sit back and cruise, just hoping for something radical to accidentally come along.
After much questioning, I realized “dry season” was just a fancy spiritual title to cover up a coward's excuse. For me, an excuse that covered reality for the sake of my own comfort. When I took a step back, I saw I was hiding under, and settling for this season that made me feel good about the distance I was putting between myself and God.
If I was being unpleasantly honest, I could call this dry season a “lack of my pursuit season,” or this quiet season a “I don’t want to ask the Lord what He thinks because deep down I am afraid of His response” season.
How many times do we limit what God wants to do by declaring these seasons over our lives that do not line up with His promises? Or His heart?
These copouts prevent us from digging deep. They let us be content with the bare minimum. They keep us sitting on the doorstep of a house that is wide open, with a table set and a feast prepared inside.
Not having dry seasons went against my ‘theology,’ but I knew God was revealing something in His character that I, and probably others in His family, haven’t seen before. I am learning that seasons (whatever that even means) are not about us, but about who God is. And God is not dry.
If we belong in His presence, why would He withhold it from us?
Luke 11:9-13 says, “And I tell you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent; or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”
So, I put my old journal symbolizing my ‘dry season’ with half of the pages blank, on the shelf (if you know me you know I ALWAYS fill my journals – this was a big deal people), bought a new one, and told The Lord, “I declare a new season of oceans and romance.” At first I thought, who am I to tell God what type of season I want to have? But as a daughter, I know my Father wants to reveal Himself to me in bigger portions. Maybe He has just been waiting for a heart that is willing to receive.
We know love is a choice. Are we choosing to love Him every moment? To really pursue His heart? God has challenged me to let Him get outside of the box I put Him in, but also to get out of the box I put myself in. The box of excuses and noble-sounding justifications that keep us in a place of complacency and comfort.
So this is the challenge - for me and for you. Ask God what is keeping you at the surface. Ask God how He wants you to pursue Him. Ask God what your promised land is. Ask God for more! I would love to share the answers the Lord has given me, bot those answers are fine-tuned to who I am, not who you are. I wish I could give you 5 easy steps to pursuing intimacy, but the only way to get to God is to first go to Him. Not an online resource, not even a mentor. So that is my challenge for you today...Ask God. He wants you to experience His abundance more than you do. How much more will the Heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask?
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