Kicking a glass red marble off the ice-covered back-steps, I recall the last time I wrote from this exact place...I was a Newsie... And the weather was warm.
I watch it rapidly descend to the mud below, I sigh and my impatience burdens my soul.
Oh Great Muse - inspiration of this mind that directs my wrist which holds the pen writing daily letters to You...Have You taken the winter off? Closed the doors to Your corridor for a time of rest? Have your children displeased You in such a way that You refuse to speak and direct our noses to opposite corners? Each moment of silent treatment from The Creator of the universe gets longer and longer.
It's a beating none of us can handle.
365 Days ago I gave it all to You.
12 months ago I had no place to lay my head.
1 year ago I found You are my only Home.
I write to You with this short update:
I remain joyous at the thought of Your sovereign hands.
I am not weary, Oh God. It's just the faces of those around me are being pulled further and further to the earth. Gravity has taken it's toll on my brothers' self-esteem. My sisters' look to You and come up empty handed.
I reach for my phone and see that yet another friend is seeking some words of assurance. I close it...I lower my head...
I am all out of answers.
Reveal Yourself this winter.
I am not the Physician. I am just the receptionist. Directing their tired times to the only place of rest for a weary worker.
John 6
“Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your forefathers ate manna and died, but he who feeds on this bread will live forever." He said this while teaching in the synagogue in Capernaum.
On hearing it, many of his disciples said, "This is a hard teaching. Who can accept it?"
Aware that his disciples were grumbling about this, Jesus said to them, "Does this offend you? What if you see the Son of Man ascend to where he was before! The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life. Yet there are some of you who do not believe." For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. He went on to say, "This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled him."
From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.
"You do not want to leave too, do you?" Jesus asked the Twelve.
Simon Peter answered him, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know that you are the Holy One of God."
Every time I read this I try to place myself in Simon Peter's shoes.
Christ looking at me and saying “What, Nick...aren't you gonna leave me too?”
With desperation and my stomach groaning, I open my tear filled eyes and say, “I have no where else to go...You are my only reason for living.”
I am all out of answers. The only thing I have is a hug for the broken hearted.
The words of Eternal Life come from Jesus Christ.
Seek Him in these times of sorrow.
I watch it rapidly descend to the mud below, I sigh and my impatience burdens my soul.
Oh Great Muse - inspiration of this mind that directs my wrist which holds the pen writing daily letters to You...Have You taken the winter off? Closed the doors to Your corridor for a time of rest? Have your children displeased You in such a way that You refuse to speak and direct our noses to opposite corners? Each moment of silent treatment from The Creator of the universe gets longer and longer.
It's a beating none of us can handle.
365 Days ago I gave it all to You.
12 months ago I had no place to lay my head.
1 year ago I found You are my only Home.
I write to You with this short update:
I remain joyous at the thought of Your sovereign hands.
I am not weary, Oh God. It's just the faces of those around me are being pulled further and further to the earth. Gravity has taken it's toll on my brothers' self-esteem. My sisters' look to You and come up empty handed.
I reach for my phone and see that yet another friend is seeking some words of assurance. I close it...I lower my head...
I am all out of answers.
Reveal Yourself this winter.
I am not the Physician. I am just the receptionist. Directing their tired times to the only place of rest for a weary worker.
John 6
“Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your forefathers ate manna and died, but he who feeds on this bread will live forever." He said this while teaching in the synagogue in Capernaum.
On hearing it, many of his disciples said, "This is a hard teaching. Who can accept it?"
Aware that his disciples were grumbling about this, Jesus said to them, "Does this offend you? What if you see the Son of Man ascend to where he was before! The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life. Yet there are some of you who do not believe." For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. He went on to say, "This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled him."
From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.
"You do not want to leave too, do you?" Jesus asked the Twelve.
Simon Peter answered him, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know that you are the Holy One of God."
Every time I read this I try to place myself in Simon Peter's shoes.
Christ looking at me and saying “What, Nick...aren't you gonna leave me too?”
With desperation and my stomach groaning, I open my tear filled eyes and say, “I have no where else to go...You are my only reason for living.”
I am all out of answers. The only thing I have is a hug for the broken hearted.
The words of Eternal Life come from Jesus Christ.
Seek Him in these times of sorrow.
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