Even on the happiest of days (yesterday included) there is a sense I cannot shake off. A part of my heart always throbs for the hurting world… A part of my life is always in tears for friends who are dying self-inflicted spiritual deaths. A part of my soul is always praying, pleading for the morning…
I hate the powers of darkness.
I loathe the forces of evil that push beautiful faces into the mud over and over again until they suffocate.
A part of me cannot, will not be happy until we are all safe at Home at last…
Last night was no exception. After a day loaded with blessings, I dropped in bed to claw through a block wall with my fingernails. And then I read a friend’s blogpost.
Go read it. I couldn’t write it nearly as well.
February 4, 2011 at 3:50 pm
Thanks for sharing that link! It was such a blessing!
Alone. That's how I feel sometimes.
Yet not alone. Reminds me of what the apostle Paul wrote: "At my first answer no man stood with me, but all men forsook me: I pray God that it may not be laid to their charge. Notwithstanding the Lord stood with me, and strengthened me" (2 Timothy 4:16-17)
The Lord will stand with us and give us strength, even when we are apparently alone.
Praise the Lord for technology to keep us all connected and give us encouragement from our godly friends, even though many miles separate us…
February 4, 2011 at 3:51 pm
PS. I want to go Home too…
February 4, 2011 at 5:52 pm
You're welcome! Beautiful verse… God is good! 🙂