I often find myself thinking about seasons of goodness, of increased relationship, of tremendous change. I just went through a season, so to speak. It was as if my family pulled in “tight” so to speak. I am in a different season now. It is a season where we have not “lost anything” and I can see the gains, but growth and change are not explosive.

Last week, while we were getting ready to sleep, Jacob asked me “how old is God?” I worked some of the easier answers, but he persisted with “how old is He?” I finally told him a “googleplex and more.” Fortunately he was tired enough, not too much more conversation happened. (When I was a child, I remember being his age and lying in bed in this old farmhouse, thinking about infinity and the universe and feeling the “frustration” of not being able to wrap my brain around it. My teachers were frustrated I would not let up on the topic !)
The next day when I went to be with our church family, Mark said “what if we were not created to live in time?” I was already thinking that. Absence of time is easier to wrap my brain around than not. Besides, who created time? Him? Us? The devil?

Last night I “went” to the White House in a dream. I only got to the balcony. I was not “allowed” in. Interesting balcony. I am doing some research before I add additional thoughts. Something about the balcony needed “repair” and they showed me the historical reason for the repair with an architect’s drawing.

What is time?

Many of us have memories of great times, of quieter times, safer times, friendlier times. But my question upon waking was where do I put my faith? Do I put it in the past? Or in the future? It is a rhetorical question on some levels, as you can only have faith in something yet to come.

Over the last week, a woman met me and said she “just needed to tell someone.” I get nervous when people say that. It is often beyond my capabilities or is something they perceive “wrong.”

No, she shared the return and end of estrangement with her son. How he and his girlfriend now attend church. How they came “home” and both got jobs after along time of unemployment. How after over year, her ex was court ordered and compelled to return her small son he had taken. How when she went buy clothes for him someone gave her a large gift certificate to get all his clothes. There was more, but you get the picture. God blessed this person who came in with no paradigm for God.

Who is making the rules for blessing? You? Me? The church? Or are there simply “no rules.”

I want a lot of what others are “getting.” On the other hand I ma rejoicing with them! Bless them big time!

Their season is your season. Rejoice! Do not act like the elder brother. When one is rejoicing we all can rejoice.

I remember standing on a tent platform, preaching in an evening meeting. A prophetic voice walked up to me and said, “YOUR well is uncapped. It will never run dry. I see the Lord unscrewing the ‘well” cap of your life.” Many things changed that night. The old song says, “I have a river of life flowing out of me.”

As I used to say in the 90’s, when the river rises ALL THE BOATS FLOAT!

(Words to the song.)
I’ve got a river of life flowing out of me!
Makes the lame to walk, and the blind to see.
Opens prison doors, sets the captives free!
I’ve got a river of life flowing out of me!

Spring up, O well, within my soul!
Spring up, O well, and make me whole!
Spring up, O well, and give to me
That life abundantly.