This life was always supposed to be about knowing, but it has frustrated. I'm the one, it has frustrated me. I realized this tonight in front of the marshmallows & fire. It has been a while since I knew something - unbidden and unbounded by reason.
We do not spend our faith on each other enough, but keep it for ourselves. I am sad about that, when I let myself. I am sad that there are miles of experience flung about and not nearly enough of it has been about strengthening anyone else’s faith. I'm worried. Do I know my life matters. That Jesus loves me? O Cross. Have I spent myself on the worry? On silence - like water on all my desperation but caused a storm to stretch across the years because I was scared.
What do I even think the ministry is? But there I go, almost writing about what I think about the work, almost spending more words trying to describe what I want redemption to be or how I think maybe these words are the work because I'm putting them out there, and God can do infinitely more than we ask or imagine... (Ephesians 3:20)
O Risen King, thank You.
O hands. Pray bridges of life & wisdom with people; however thin it feels against the storm. To tell of Him, O Joy, who knows all things.
