a cup of cinnamon tea goes perfectly on a day when you have a better outlook of life. Everything gets sweeter in an instant. Fears and troubles melt. All you have is the delight of enjoying the process you're in. Death has never tasted so good.
The wilderness is a strange place to be. For some reason, in my mind, I had not thought of the wilderness as a desert. But it is. The Lord is killing me. I think He enjoys killing people, the fruit of its flesh. He loves to kill our pride. I am dying to Him and He, in return, is giving me depth in Him. He is speaking to me in ways I am not able to put into words. "The desert is the perfect season & place for preparation", He says, "and the quicker you learn, the sooner you get out. Look at what happened with my chosen people in the desert because of their stubbornness. I love you too much to leave you where you are and I have greater plans than your mind perceives. I make a way in the wilderness." I take a deep, steady breath as I hear the words of my Lover. It's time to grow and get over myself. I desire to proclaim Him more than I desire my own dreams and plans. An adventure with the Author of life is far more better than anything I can come up with. Even the things I wanted to "do" for Him were not of Him. I never really asked Him "Abba, what do you want to do with my life?". I kinda assumed He would roll with any plans I had as long as I gave Him glory. "That sounds nice. The only problem is that you don't need me at all since you have it all figured out. I thought you wanted what I had to offer. All I can offer you is the cup", His voice kindly told me. I told Him I wanted it. The cup Jesus had to drink was unworthy of us. The cup was a challenge, not a reward. The cup was drank out of obedience, the cup that took Jesus to the cross. He didn't speak to me much after that but He took me to this Scripture:
18 Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
and streams in the wasteland.
20 The wild animals honor me,
the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the desert
and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
21 the people I formed for myself
that they may proclaim my praise.
My cup of cinnamon tea.