I find it difficult to talk about what God is working in me in the now.  It is as if I must be able to view the wake in order to describe it; in the boat of these moments, I simply live.  I catch glimpses now and then, but the understanding of it always comes later.  When I am drinking from Him it’s not about me anyway, but I don’t think He keeps from us the joy of bearing fruit; of being an instrument of righteousness, partaker of His divine nature.  It’s in the wake that I see what He has done.  I see how His faithfulness to provide in the moments transforms me into a life that glorifies Him.

“My Father is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.”