I'm the kind of person that likes to
hold it all together.
It's not something I take pride in,
because often it means holding back tears,
or being a leader after I've taken on too much.
But when water gathers behind my eye lids,
and warmth fills my heart
this "glue" sometimes comes undone.
Pride comes undone.
Feelings come undone.
Love comes undone.
* * *
Being 'glue' to refugees
There are language barriers, misunderstood emotions,
different religions, hard journeys and broken roads (or pasts).
A small feeling of warmth enters my heart,
water wells within my eyes,
and God speaks:
"With man this is impossible, but with God
all things are possible... and everyone who has
left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother
or lands, for my names sake, will receive a hundredfold
and will inherit eternal life." (Matthew 19:28-29)
So here I am: a melted-gluey-mess.
Spirit, show me where to go, how to speak, how to love.
Whether it's an airport pick-up, a case visit,
an open invitation to hospitality or wearing thin
till midnight... be my strength.
"Yes, and I will rejoice, for I know that through your prayers and the help of the Spirit of Jesus Christ this will turn out for my deliverance, as it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body..."
Pray for me dear friends and family.
God's work is never done, and I'm just a small part
of a beautiful, messy and wondrous plan to bring all
nations near and afar to worship, love and commune
with a powerful and awesome God.