On Dry Spells and Prayer

This picture was taken at Wonderboom Airport here in Pretoria. I love this picture because I'm in a bit of a dry spell. Every time I sit down to write, I lack inspiration. Not that anything is wrong - work and ministry are plugging along quite nicely. I just don't seem to know what to write about.

I think we all go through dry spells at times. A friend once told me that we probably spend more time in the "wilderness" than on top of the mountain, but those are the times when God speaks to us, teaches us, works on our character. It's important to remain faithful during those times. Wise words (thanks, Jon).

There has also been a lot of death lately. I still miss Grandpa, one month after his death. Dimakatso just died. My friend just lost her mom, and another friend's dad isn't doing well. The echoing thought I've heard from all of them (including myself) is that the people whom we've lost are the ones who most fervently prayed for us, and we don't want that to end. But here's the cool part:

If God is outside of time - if He can see past, present and future at once - then why are those prayers confined to time? Dan's mum once told me she believes that the prayers her grandmother prayed for her didn't stop just because her grandmother died... those prayers are ongoing, so to speak, in God's eyes, who is not confined to mortality and does not let a thing like Death get in His way. And I think she may be right.

This gives me great encouragement through these "dry spells", and I hope it does for you as well. I'm not ready for the scrap heap like the DC-3's in this photo. I'm going to maintain my instruments and head for that runway. When inspiration comes, I want to be ready for take-off.