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On Monday, our devotional centered around the hazy seasons we all experience sometimes, when we feel a bit lost, disoriented, and vague. In the end, our hope would be that the breath of God would sweep through our lives and bring fresh perspective, healing, and rebirth.
Do you ever experience hazy seasons? How do you react to them? And how do you remain patient while you wait for the rain of clarity to make everything new?
In your wonderful "Wildfire" devotional the other day, you wrote this about the smoke: "It was not dangerous enough to keep us indoors but it was pervasive, stifling. The animal in me felt vaguely panicked, ready to run at a moment’s notice. There is something deep within that recognizes the danger." That's a spot-on observation! I had that same sense of deep but vague unease all last weekend. When our souls sense that disquieting haze, the feeling that This Is Not Quite Right is visceral and impossible to shake on our own. Only when "God's healing breath" breaks through can we breathe deeply again.
It’s taken experience for me to be patient. When hazy seasons happened when I was younger, I would begin to panic. But, with experience I now know these seasons don’t last forever, and I just let them be what they are. This too shall pass, I now know. And, it seems, with patience the rain comes faster. Whether it does or simply appears so doesn’t matter, what matters is the hazy, heavier seasons don’t last forever.
In your wonderful "Wildfire" devotional the other day, you wrote this about the smoke: "It was not dangerous enough to keep us indoors but it was pervasive, stifling. The animal in me felt vaguely panicked, ready to run at a moment’s notice. There is something deep within that recognizes the danger." That's a spot-on observation! I had that same sense of deep but vague unease all last weekend. When our souls sense that disquieting haze, the feeling that This Is Not Quite Right is visceral and impossible to shake on our own. Only when "God's healing breath" breaks through can we breathe deeply again.
It’s taken experience for me to be patient. When hazy seasons happened when I was younger, I would begin to panic. But, with experience I now know these seasons don’t last forever, and I just let them be what they are. This too shall pass, I now know. And, it seems, with patience the rain comes faster. Whether it does or simply appears so doesn’t matter, what matters is the hazy, heavier seasons don’t last forever.