Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. (Hab. 3:17-18)
Habakkuk was a prophet who foresaw the demise of his nation. While all around him signaled willful alienation from God, he wrote these lines of beauty and joy. For he knew that a person’s state is determined, not by outward circumstance but by the imperturbable Light of Christ, given and received within.
Abiding Quaker 
I was waiting to read this when I had more mental energy. Turns out it’s very short and simple. It’s also something I’ve needed the last couple days (and the next few). Thank you ‘
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Thanks, Craig. I’m glad it was useful for you. Perhaps I’ll be doing shorter pieces for a while. The heat of summer tends to sap my mental energy, too.
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Amen.
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