Water always goes to the lowest place. It goes through, over, around anything in its way on its journey down. I was thinking about how Lent showed the cracks, and arid places in my soul and how Eastertide, this practicing Resurrection, is allowing the joy and power of the Resurrection to flow in and through and over all those spaces, moving what needs to be moved and seeping into areas that need the refreshment of the Holy Spirit. This slowing down, looking and listening has been more of a discipline of self-control and submission than I would have thought. It continues to reveal those spaces that need reconstruction, but there is joy in remembering that God is making all things new. He has sent His Spirit to refresh, restore, and redeem even the lowest spaces… especially the lowest spaces.
Inkblot Life 