"If I must choose between peace and righteousness, I will choose righteousness."
_Theodore Rosevelt
The last month of our lives have been anything short of insane. We've lost 2 family members in the last 30 days and as I type this my father is in the hospital. Sickness has seemed to swarm other people that are so very dear to our hearts. Times like these my heart feels so heavy. I will never understand sickness. I will never understand death. I will never understand God. But I do understand that my inability to understand things brings me to one place...
When fear and apathy grip me, when time seems like my enemy, when pain seeps through my veins, when life is unwilling to cooperate... in that place I realize that there is still so much dying left to be done. Dying to my pride, to my sin, to my anger, to my pain, to myself.
We've been in our new house for almost a month. I wonder if its possible I'll look back at this time in our lives and be grateful that I spent so much time crying out to God for our family... after all, family is the suffice that has led us here.
There's no skyline out here... but I don't mind that at all. Instead I fall asleep listening to frogs and crickets. The beat of the song makes the birds twirl upon their branches. I can hear Him in the stillness and the silence of my beating heart.
The draw bridge has almost met its match. You're asking me to walk with you on water, to go set the people free... to get past the intro and BEGIN.
The wilderness has become my comfort, my barrenness my badge...
Ready
Set
Go
