Today, it is well with my soul. In the process of my inch by inch, it's a cinch cleaning, the Lord brought the nearly silent, gentle rain of His presence. It was so quiet it almost slipped by unnoticed, yet was so clear I was able to hear it above the sound of pots and pans and garbage cans.
I admit, however, that I fear my flesh, and I should. I fear the busy days and hectic times ahead might trample the quiet of His peace. I fear that my unwillingness to die to myself might quench the blessing of obedience. I feel I am to move quietly through these days to be able to hear and listen and move as He says move. Wow, I'm still learning and expect to be His student until I see His face. (Even then, I am expecting continual revelation and awe.)
Yesterday, our Pastor brought a powerful message about doors, both open and closed. About seasons. May I step with Him through both door and season. I am keenly aware that He is at work. Obedience to His leadership brings His blessing, and that is what I'm after.