So I sit.
Sometimes life is a close relative of Satan's kingdom. While my heart tears and convulses with the pangs of pain I hold for my hurting family members, I oddly feel closest to God at these moments. Whether my reaction to press into him is a response of a faithful disciple or a doubtful and vulnerable human being, I do not know. I suspect a bit of both, more so the human part...at any rate, I am grateful for it.
My heart cries for the widows and orphans and the homeless and fatherless and those without a family. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so instead of wasting time, I'll cut this short- it's time to live for Isaiah 58:10
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