So good. To find, once again, that you are loved by Him. To be reminded that He is thinking of you, and that He hears. Understands. You.
Your feet are dusty, right? Don't we all feel it? But, oh, He sends precious lives to walk this foreign land with us...to share the burden...to fellowship and breathe into each other. You might be feeling right hopeless when He suddenly sends someone to hold your hand. To hear your voice. To read your words. Like the arms of Moses being lifted during battle. You don't even know how to say thank you.
And I wonder about some things. Like, why aren't we doing this more for each other? Why do I become consumed with all that needs to be done and so quickly lose sight of what the REAL holy "to do" is. People. Relationships. Encouraging and building each other up? And can I let go my pride enough to let that laundry go a bit? Let the dust pile some more so I have time to pile on love? Remember the mortar? How can I be mortar in between bricks that build a house...a home, if I don't have time to love? What then? Will this love I have for Him even matter? Am I destined to be a clanging gong?
She asks. I say "YES!", and my spirit wants to laugh. Knowing what this means, and why she is insecure. Knowing. But making that decision because this is good. This is God. Women in fellowship and prayer. Ahhh. Let's beat back THAT kind of dust.
He is listening, this Jesus. He is the answer to every prayer.
He is the answer to mine,