My time in Moab, UT this week, was a good reminder that sometimes it’s the most spectacular, and frightening storms that allow us the opportunity to see and recognize the magnificence of God’s power. 

I’ve been having some computer problems lately, and it’s inhibiting my ability to blog or write in the way I’d like. 

This has been a week of unpleasant medical news for me personally, and yet the time I spent alone in the desert near Moab has been one of the most emotionally and spiritually restorative things I’ve ever done. 

I find myself asking, why have I never done this before??? 

Sometimes it’s important to have solitude and silence. There’s healing there. 

Jeremiah 20:14-18

How sad this is to read! And yet in a way it is comforting to know that even prophets, good men, who seek all their days to do God’s will, sometimes suffer great heartache and despair. Even prophets have to cling tenaciously to hope and pray for God’s help to continue on. 

“Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!  Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, who made him very glad, saying, “A child is born to you—a son!”  May that man be like the towns the Lord overthrew without pity. May he hear wailing in the morning, a battle cry at noon.  For he did not kill me in the womb, with my mother as my grave, her womb enlarged forever.  Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?” Jeremiah 20:14‭-‬18 NIV 

http://bible.com/111/jer.20.14-18.NIV