"I am your peace."
No amount of information or understanding will ultimately stop these tears. Peace is a person. That's what he used to say. I don't know if I want the reports anymore.
I want Him.
Life is fragile. I feel fragile.
In a second it can all change. His name and picture are gone. I thought I knew how the entire story played out. This isn't how I wanted it. I don't know if I want that life anymore.
I want Him.
Conviction.
Coming face to face with the holiness of God, and falling to my knees. Wrestling through mercy. The culture. It could be us. Needing Jesus with skin on to speak forgiveness over me. Consumed by the influence of leadership. Humbled by the weight of ministry. I don't know if I want that responsibility anymore.
I want Him.
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