I don’t know how many times I’ve read about writing being therapeutic, but man is that so true. I love waking up to spend time in reading a devotional and praying, but sometimes I feel drawn to come here to express my thoughts to you my incredible readers. And you read mine even when I don’t read your wonderful writing. Please keep writing. Part of my struggle in depression is not having the energy or concentration to read, and sometimes all I can do is just sit still staring into space. That sounds unproductive, but that’s just lies entering my thought process. As Americans we are trained to be busy, and sometimes there’s nothing wrong with sitting still. Maybe procrastination can become a new meditation like lectio divina. I’m kidding of course, but it’s important to laugh in life. I like how David interpreted the Mary and Martha story. Martha gets a bad rap for being all hot and bothered about the preparations for company she had to do, and she asked Jesus to get on to Mary for not helping her. We don’t know the extent to the context to that story, so to lambast Martha for not “choosing” Jesus is intellectually ignorant. We evangelicals have done a marvelous job of taking Scripture and beating it over the heads of each other when we don’t do what we think each other should do. Chill. That principle is especially important now during this pandemic. There are billions of people across the globe who Satan is attacking in quarantine getting them to question their sanity and mental health, and I’ll be damned if I let him and his network sabotage the progress I’ve personally made.
Our small group didn’t meet last night because our leader’s wife lost a friend to a brain aneurysm. Our leader lost his first wife to the same thing, and you could tell he was reliving that experience as he processes the passing of his wife’s friend. He was right in saying situations like this remind you how fleeting life can be. And especially during a pandemic such as this I can only imagine how palpable the pain must be for that dear person’s family.
LORD I stop right now to enter into a request to comfort this person’s family. This time yesterday they might have been having coffee, and now she’s gone. We had time to say goodbye to David, but this family was given no warning. You are the God of all possibility, and I beseech you to touch each individual in that family with the supernatural power you continually give. This pandemic is hard dear Father, and when families have to grieve the passing of loved ones it makes it even harder. Lift these burdens Father. Make your presence even more known as so many of us are grieving not being able to be together physically. Zoom and Google Hangouts are great, but it’s not like breaking bread in each other’s dining rooms. We love you Father, and we thank you for prayer in Your Son’s name. Amen.
The passage in Ruth about “never will I leave you, never will I forsake you,” is going through my mind right now, and that’s an assurance I take to heart in this very moment. To contemplate the beloved presence of the Father is our singular greatest thought. Right now we go through things that are extremely painful, but Scripture is clear that the experience after this is going to exceed far beyond our wildest imaginations. There will be no death, pandemics, mental illness or any kind of illness. The reality of the Garden of Eden will be restored before Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Maybe we’ll be eating from the Tree of Life. I have no idea. Walking on streets of gold doesn’t thrill me, but whatever God wants to do is fine with me. It’s going to be wonderful, and we won’t have to wear masks or gloves.
I love you guys!