We walk every morning, that old brown dog and me, for about a mile or two as the sun begins it’s trek across the sky.
Early on the clouds hang low and the sun is still hidden; a breeze cools as we walk, and it is good. This is our time. Good.
But before we make the turn and head back the sun has risen, the clouds have begun to part, and the breeze has gone wherever breezes go. It is getting hot, day is upon us, and the journey back is not nearly so restful as the beginning. Not so good.
Labor Day has separated the summer from the fall, it is in the air. The clouds and the sun have separated the dawn from the day, and sadly, the world has once again separated us from the Lord.
The Lord told Hosea that in similar fashion Judah had separated their love for Him from their commitment to other things. Have we done that; you and I?
Those words echo over the distant fence rows as I walk…What can I do with you, Judah? Your love is like the morning mist, like the early dew that disappears.*
Do you wonder He is distant? We have walked back to the house and left Him for another day.
*Hosea 6:4
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