From Riches to Rags, and the Glory I Found There

I have really been struggling with this latest blog post. I've been wanting to write one for a while, but I keep deleting the offending words as soon as they escape my heart.  Because lately it's been so very hard to hope.  Life has been pretty brutal on my soul in the past few weeks... I keep waiting for this glorious revealing of hope and joy from The Lord, but it hasn't come. I've been waiting for direction from Him, some sort of leading to His plan, but it hasn't come.  I so desire to do what The Lord wants of me, but I feel no prompting for the Holy Spirit, no lighting bolt, no sign pointing to my path.  And so I am waiting...waiting in this desert place.  I do not say this to explain that I have lost faith, because I have not. In fact, in this dry and thirsty heart, I remain alive and I have faith. We all have our desert places, our times of complete despair, pain, and longing.  What sustains us, in the times in which common sense would have us waste ...