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.”
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