Today it finally hit that the ground is drying out, despite record high water in the Blackfoot River, our pastures and our root cellar. While I walked the dogs today I realized that with dry ground there is an absence of foot prints. All winter I've enjoyed seeing animal tracks from weasels, rabbits, deer, moose and elk. In the Spring mud I found out that a Grizzly bear was using the same trail that I was. However today, there was no way to tell who else had been using the road I was on. Kind of lonely because I like seeing whose been there, but also kind of suspenseful because of the large furry creatures that frequent our area.
Why are there no tracks? Unless it's dusty, then I expect there would be tracks. Well, the road is dry and hard. And there is no path from those who have gone before. This zeroed in on my heart condition, which has some hard spots. And in those hard spots, there is no way for me to follow my Savior. The hard spots I realized are like a hard fist holding onto something tightly.
I can't even think of Him addressing those things and can't see His path for where to go to get off that hard ground, or better yet, break up that hard ground. Jeremiah 4:3 "Break up your fallow ground, and sow not among thorns".
