His timing is perfect, meticulous, and intentional.
He ordained this time of pain for these empty weeks at home.
Acts is really an amazing book. I usually skip it. Or even dread it. In my mind there are two parts of the New Testament: the Gospels and the letters. So the biggest book of the NT slips through the crack between the two. But last night I read the first 5 chapters and felt like I was reading a Christian thriller. The transformation of Peter and John from cowardly, oblivious fishermen to bold, on-top-of-it ambassadors of Christ is unbelievable. I desperately want more of the Holy Spirit--as much as they had! The way they pieced together the prophecies and their fulfillment to confound the religious leaders with Truth makes me laugh with wonder at the power of God.
Waiting. There's a common theme. Career. Housing. Relationships. Healing. Waiting. But I'm finding the joy in it, the peace of God's presence no matter what else is or isn't happening. And He's sweet.
most recent favorite song: Reign In Us, by Starfield.
Definitely a random assortment of thoughts today, but what else could I write after Allegra-D, some anti-bacterial antibiotic, 8 Advil and 1/2 a Vicodin?
God is good.
Oh, and I'm also really humbled by the physical pain lately when I think about how small it is compared to what Jesus chose to accept in my place. I deserve pain. I have earned pain. I am fit only for pain. Until He took it instead. It is only by His mercy that my eternity will be painless, tearless, whole; and it is only by His grace that most of my days on earth have been more like heaven than hell. Compared to the flogging and the crucifixion, my little cyst is nothing; it is fleeting, fading away, light and momentary affliction. But the Joy and new Life to come are even sweeter in the contrast.
Ok, I think that's really all. Time for meatloaf.
