Have you ever been to the Texas Panhandle? Sometimes I look around and wonder what in the name of all things beautiful were the people who settled here thinking. Sometimes I wonder what we are thinking settling here. It's harsh. Summers are blistering hot, winters are bitterly cold, and twenty to forty mile per hour winds feel pretty normal on any given spring day. The few lakes we have are low and our river beds run dry. There are no trees to block the sun or break the wind. There are no hills or mountains to top with picturesque snow.
After being somewhere like Oregon I'm left reeling. Wishing for big bright Maple trees, green rolling hills, and snow capped mountains. Everywhere I turn up there I can see the blessings of abundance of God. Trees heavy with fruit and the ground wet with dew.
The contrast? Makes this harsh land seem even more barren.
Occasionally, though, God gives me a reminder that sometimes blessings, and make no mistake they are blessings, can get in the way of His brilliance.
Am I the only one that stumbles over my own desire for good things? Am I so busy tripping over my want for blessing that sometimes I miss the brilliance.
In the empty there is nothing in the way of God's glory.
I hunger for it when I can get it and I bask in it when I see it.
Today I choose to be thankful for the nothingness. For the blessings that have yet to be poured out. For the brilliance of His glory.
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.