That’s what the last two months have felt like–scraping the pavement. Scraping the pavement for more paint, more depth, more gravel, more anything only to find I am really just scraping pavement. There’s not much there to scrape.
And so, more than ever, I have clung onto the only thing I know to be sustainable… the word of God. When there are no answers, what do I have left? When there seems to be no right or wrong answer, what do I say? When someone is looking at me–awaiting an answer when I only have pavement to scrape–what can I wrap my mind around? The Word.
And so, in a season where I need so many answers and have so few to offer, I’ll continue to scrape the pavement.
Cry out for insight, and ask for understanding. Search for them as you would for silver; seek them like hidden treasures. Then you will understand what it means to fear the Lord, and you will gain knowledge of God. For the Lord grants wisdom. From his mouth come knowledge and understanding. He grants a treasure of common sense to the honest. He is a shield to those with integrity. (Proverbs 2)