I’m sitting in my office eating my lunch with the feelings that things just aren’t right. I can’t put my finger on it, but it just feels that way. It’s one of those days where you feel like coffee should help, but it doesn’t. I feel down. I could easily blame it on the lack of sleep that I’ve been getting since Tristen arrived. I just think it goes deeper than that. Have you ever had those times when you know God is stirring something deep within you? And you can easily pass if off as indigestion, stress or fatigue. But you know it’s something more. Something deeper. Something that deserves your attention. It’s God calling out and he wants to be heard. But like Elijah, it’s not something booming or loud. It’s something quite, still and soft.

I used to miss these opportunities all the time. I think the enemy prefers us to brush them off as if they are nothing or something I’ll simply get over. So it’s become a new journey of mine to bask in these moments. To ask the Lord, “what is it? What are you trying to tell me?”

It’s become something that’s really begun to center me. It ends up making me feel like this cantaloupe; cut up and hollowed out. But I’m reminded that without cutting it open; the melon doesn’t really taste good. It’s only when you break it open and cut it up that you taste the sweetness. So maybe it’s okay to feel broken.