Hum...sometimes that's all you can say. This world is not our home. It is not a fair place to live. Nor is it a safe place always. It is not a place we can look for answers to our most heartfelt questions. It does not qualify as all wise, where wise decisions come from. The society we live in today, will break your heart, if your faith is in it, and it alone. To find peace, justice, a place to lay your weary head, your injustices, your broken heart...you gotta go elsewhere. Elsewhere is God. You gotta go deep, and you gotta go wide, into Jesus' embrace, where you can rest your exhausted soul and body at His feet. With a heartfelt cry, you cry out, "Heal me Lord. I can't carry it, nor can I contain it all within me, it's just too much to bear. My heart is in two pieces. Can You mend it for me, and while you do, can I just rest here for awhile?" "I'm a little weary right now. I need to steal away from this place." That's what we have to do sometimes. When it gets to be too much, we have to do like John did, and rest on Jesus' heart. We have to feel His heartbeat, His warmth, and let Him stroke our hair, like our mother did. We have to breath in sync with Jesus, and rest. And then you stay there. You stay there till you can stand again. Never on your own two feet, because that's not how we, the Redeemed roll anymore. We walk with Jesus, our Lord-with God. It's just sometimes we have to turn our back to the world, and face God for our strength. When we are ready again, we take His hand and we go out, out there, wherever He has led us, and we pick up our vow to lead other to Him. We share the gospel, we do our assigned "thing" and we go on about our business as we carry our cross. We do so in a restored strength, of One who knows how this world can be sometimes.
FLOWERCHIC
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