While reading John Piper's "Desiring God" last night (Ch. 3 on Worship), I came across this statement: The lowest stage of worship - where all genuine worship starts, and where it often returns for a dark season - is the barrenness of soul that scarcely feels any longing, and yet is still granted the grace of repentant sorrow for  having so little love...   I hate to admit it but that describes me in such vivid terms right now.  I feel that I am passing through that dark season (actually it feels like I have been for the past few years). 
Must admit though - today felt a fleeting spark as I worshiped with my family at BAFBC and reflected on Him.  Was pointed to Him - to "turn my eyes upon Jesus and look full in His wonderful face".  I know that barrenness is a season;  I also know that His time is not my time.  For reasons known only to Him (as Moses says - the secret things belong to God), He has caused me to linger here.  Debra and I talk all the time about what are we supposed to be learning.  Honestly, I don't know but I hope to be able to express more in the days ahead about what I believe He is teaching me. 

HE > me