I didn’t even realize it, but I’ve fallen off the roof.  Well, maybe I didn’t actually fall off.  I think I would have noticed that.  It was probably a slower descent, a step-by-step down the ladder, one rung at a time.  Maybe that’s why I wasn’t aware of it, maybe that’s how it crept up on me, until today when I realized I was no longer up there. 

What was I doing up there in the first place?  Singing His praises, shouting from the rooftop about the goodness of God and how He has blessed me!  But the shouts have gotten quieter, until they just became a muted conversation between me and my God, or a quick reply to another believer’s question of, “What is He up to in your life right now?” 

Yes, I’ve still been praising Him, in a lethargic kind of way, but I haven’t been proclaiming Him!  I haven’t been shouting from the rooftop! 

But today I feel as if I just awoke, and I find myself on the ground, with the roof high overhead and the ladder stretching from here to there, and I’m going up…

Stay tuned for SHOUTS!