interesting how many ways the phone call we received in the lab continues to affect me. in addition to opening the wound of my dad, or perhaps better stated, more so than the opening of the wound of my dad, my eyes have been turned inward and outward, all at the same time...
that's possibly the least grammatically correct sentence i've written in a while, but it makes sense to me.
in experiencing my grief all over again through this woman's situation, i've actually become more sensitive and cognizant of the hurting around me, instead of just being consumed with my circumstance. i find that as i look around, i see with sharp clarity into the eyes of my friends, and what i see there astounds me.
i see hurt. i see suffering. i see fear. i see a desperateness that i've not seen before. when did all this happen?
i see God all over this. don't get me wrong - there have been some great victories lately, and He gets ALL the glory for them. there are just so many suffering - the strong ones, the dependable ones, the upbeat ones - the ones that have been holding me up are in need of being held up in return.
that's one of my favorite things about the Body of Christ. no one person bears the responsibility for praying, or fighting, or encouraging, or loving, or counseling, or whatever. we pour into each other - we hold each other up - the Body shifts in unending motion, as the ebb and flow of the tide.
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Yeah, that's one of the things I love about how He made the Body. Sometimes when I'm feeling beat down and worn out, He'll put me on someones heart and I'll receive the random(?) phone call, email, text. It's really cool because it reminds me of how intimately involved in my life He is and that I'm not alone when it so often feels that way. He has surrounded me with an amazing fellowship that is walking with me, loving me, correcting me, lifting me up.
Ann, thank you for everything you have shared in the last few posts.
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