are you in a dry season?

I wrote this on my hand for 2 weeks straight when I moved to college. It was such a hard season for me. I left everything I had ever known and started a new life away from my parents, my home, and my friends.

I have been in a weird season lately. A dry season. My faith is lacking, and my belief shriveled and wispy.

This morning's sermon was about God's faithfulness, his constancy, and his promises. It hit home so hard that I nearly cried right in the middle of it. The pastor spoke on Abraham's faith. Abraham messed up a lot, he doubted a lot, he tried to play God a lot. But God was patient with his human heart and gently drew him back to faith after every failure, and after every dry season. This morning I longed to be drawn back to faith by God, I longed for a drink from the well. Like He always does, GOD CAME THROUGH. He gave me a little something, just when I was beginning to fail. An encouraging text from a sweet friend asking if we could "co-blog" sometimes to reach a wider age-range. That is exactly what I needed. Purpose, encouragement, a friend, all wrapped up in one little text.

My faith WILL fail, but God's faithfulness NEVER WILL. He promises to hold me up when I stumble, refresh me when I am tired, and lift me above my circumstances. I shall not fear, for He is with me.