I think I’m getting sick.
I’m not sad or even that uncomfortable really. It’s a little gross and I sound like a cotton ball is inside my face and i am really really cold.
If you’re the praying type, I am leaving for DC Wednesday and got home early this morning from VA/Charlotte/Rhode Island/MA (it was a rough trip home from Richmond).
I have to write the most difficult piece I’ve ever written, and it will have to be only Him who writes it, cause I’m out of juice.
Yet, he is always more than enough, isn’t He? This week will be fine because He is in charge of this organization I work for.
It is nice to go into a season–maybe a few weeks, few months–where I know I need to cancel all my appointments and :just pray: — because usually when that happens its about something BAD. This time I am not burned out, not in some sort of dread, just in a good, sweet restful time of preparation. It’s nice.
In any case, even amidst the beautiful tasting, seeing, knowing and resting, being sick is often a lonely, icky drag, especially when I have to work some 15 hour days on the Hill.
You know what would cheer me up?
Your testimony. I don’t care if you started following Jesus when you were 1 and a half and never left him, or if you were in prison for 5 years for something scary. I just want to know how and when and where Jesus became your Lord of all.
This weekend I asked every person I met from another country how they met Jesus and I’ve never been so encouraged by stories before…every one was different, and every single one was a miracle.
It really is a miracle every time someone comes into His Kingdom. Can you leave a comment with your story and make my night?