(texting conversation back and forth with Jake)
Jake: How ya doing Pops?
Me: I'm doing ok. I had a really hard time this morn. Sad, overwhelmed, depressed. Spent some time in Psalms and a few minutes praying. I think I am about to enter into a very desolate time, someplace that its only me and Jesus. Church will fall away, friends will fall away and I will be left with family and Jesus(exactly what I asked for just not the way I expected it).
Jake: Are there any points of light in all that?
Me: Yes. I feel like the initial injury was to stop me dead in my tracts. And now Jesus has been waiting patiently for me to clear my head of the initial event and settle into the long season of disability and reliance. So the light is the knowledge that I think Jesus is getting into position and orchestrating to be the one to pick me up, for Him to be the only one within earshot, that this season is the exact place I need to be, but completely terrifying at the same time.
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