FAIR SUNSHINE

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive oil shall fall, and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the folds, and there shall be no herd in the stall: yet will I rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18 God is not oblivious to His people's plights, nor is He willing that they tread on weary and unassisted. But He shall send His Angel before them, to be a pillar of cloud by day, and a pillar of fire by night. I believe, and keep mine eyes on the LORD and His great commission, not on my calamity. Great is the LORD who shall deliver me. When I find myself in such a time that my troubles be magnified before mine eyes, doubt not the wisdom of God in the exercising of my faith. Regret does not come from evil befalling us in following the LORD, but in doubting His faithfulness, in forfeiting His mercy. This is His will: His praise in my sanctification, for o

I was not aware that it was another pagan holiday tomorrow (another excuse to fornicate for most who do not know the difference between lust and true love) until I was giving away tracts and saw lots of heart balloons and flowers around. I was down and restless the whole day since the day before and I knew I had to go out in public. I asked the LORD my God on the way to my usual fishing hole that in spite of myself, may this pleading be a call to either one or many, instead of a witness against those who will hear, for Christ's sake alone. I was not in high spirits this past week. My devotions have been embarrassingly timid, and I had trouble reading and re-reading the texts again and again, struggling to understand what I had just read. But God's word is not dependent on my worthiness or mood swings. I have fallen short of the glory of God, period. I realized that even at my holiest moment, I still am unworthy to carry the good news of Christ. As I gave away tracts I

The story of Moses spending six days waiting on the LORD before finally being granted an audience with the LORD astounds me to no end. Daniel also spent 21 days waiting on his face before God. I wondered what would have happened had he given up on the 20th day? I believe he would have gone on longer until the answer came. I am grieved to my heart that I cannot understand such intimacy and muster a yearning that rivals such. That I find it so difficult to pray without the flesh clawing immediately at me seconds in to my pleading. How many believers today still cry, 'LORD, teach us to pray"? It is vital to ask if any still realize how sinful prayerlessness is. I am pulled between staying in secret prayer and seeking the kingdom's furtherance in the world, but I set myself painfully to strive for both. I would not want to regret on my deathbed, that I should have prayed more in the days of my health. Dear LORD, If thou were to grant me one thing of what remains of