When I wrote, “At Year Two,” I was trying to go back to sleep, but then I decided to journal instead. I’ve learned enough about the way the Lord speaks to recognize when it’s Him waking me up to say something or pray and not just conclude, “Oh, I’m awake randomly. Let me go back to sleep.”
I’m not sure why, but in the midst of my own uncertainty about life and seeming inability to process the events at the start of 2014, I got to thinking of the disciples and how they must have felt partway through Jesus’ ministry. As I wrote then: “At year two, they couldn’t have understood what everything meant. They probably still wondered who this Man really was that they were so drawn to follow. Had they made the right decision in leaving their nets or their post to follow Him?“
While at a midpoint in my journey, I wondered the same thing too. As I considered my own sleep-deprived, flu-wrecked, uncertainty-laden, emotionally exhausted, fully overwhelming, ultimately confusing state of my own being, I couldn’t quite discern up from down in this process of following Jesus. Continue reading
February 7, sometime in the wee hours of the morning – Minneapolis, MN
I am awake. (Again. Sigh.) At least I am slightly groggy and my throat only hurts miserably when I swallow. I was trying to go back to sleep when I decided to journal instead.
I was thinking of the disciples and how they must have felt partway through Jesus’ ministry. At year two, they couldn’t have understood what everything meant. They probably still wondered who this Man really was that they were so drawn to follow. Had they made the right decision in leaving their nets or their post to follow Him?
I imagine they might have said… Continue reading
Saturday, February 8, 1:52 p.m. – Day 8 in the States post Thailand
I’ve been reading some of my Thailand teammates blogs recapping their experiences of our trip and the theme of faithfulness keeps coming up. After reading one friend’s writings today, I was moved to post on Facebook:
Being faithful right where you’re at, right now in the plain, ordinary, perhaps unattractive moments in life is just as important as being faithful in more desirable places… Perhaps more. He sees. It matters. Stay faithful to Him.
I read that statement a few times, mulling it over
Tuesday, February 4, 2:42 p.m. – Day 4 in the States post Thailand
After doing, doing, doing… After going, going, going… He says to me, “Rest.”
I sit here (a term I use loosely as I am propped up against pillows in a position somewhere between vertical and horizontal) simply wiped out. Wiped out by the flu I got before leaving Thailand that has had a “hey day” with my exhausted body, wiped out by the overwhelming Continue reading