The Calm

I wouldn't say I'm in a funk, but I guess I kind of am. It seems like everything is going on around me and there isn't anything major hitting me (which is great). The Lord has given me relief this semester from direct storms for quite sometime, which I am beyond grateful for...but the other day I found myself thinking "God where's the trial?" And that's a dangerous question. It's not like I'm testing God, which it can sound like that being written down but I'm almost confused at the relief. God has allowed me to live very prosperously the past few months and I have been counting my blessings left and right.

 I have been falling more in love with Him in different ways than I have in the past and my relationship with Him has been one where He responds to me directly in prayer...God knows the desires of my hearts and I'm struggling in different ways than I have before...nothing terrible, just different. He keeps on telling me like a loving Father, "I know Bethany. Be patient my daughter." It's difficult sometimes to be patient. I want to rush into things or for just things to happen but I have to remain true in the truths that I have owned about God's faithfulness and directing my steps. It seems as soon as I claim being content God tests my heart on it...in those moments He gently reminds me of His character and His love.

There is a season for everything.

Right now I am finding my contentment in where I am at and I am grateful for the calm...even though sometimes it keeps me up at night. Strange how things can be haha. My resting is in Him and Him alone.

I apologize if all of this doesn't make sense, my mind isn't always the best at communicating.

It matters

"Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and  slow to become angry."

"If anyone considers himself religious and yet does not keep a tight rein on his tongue, he deceives himself and his religion is worthless."

"With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring?  My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water."