Blog they said. Write whether you feel like it or not. Put something down for others to read. Get into the discipline of writing . . . no matter that my computer files and my journals contain a lifetime of words. But words that just haven’t seemed to speak to the here and now of the past two weeks.

Tonight I tried for the umpteenth time to decide what comes next, and I have to admit that I am stymied by something. Stumped. Frustrated. What I thought I’d share is now tucked away somewhere in cyberspace while these other thoughts tumble out.

My world is full. My list of things to do overflows. And deadlines are screaming. But, though pressing in order for ministry to be in place by September, my lists seem paltry in comparison with the suffering I have witnessed in the lives of others over the past months.

Perspective. Walking with another in a grief that never should have been. Being the voice that proclaims God is. God sees our deepest need. God hears the cries of our hearts. And God is with us, even in death.

Perspective. Words are pointless if in some way they do not point others to a Savior. And words are useless if our lives are not parallel reflections of what we profess to believe.

So for tonight, my words are done and my heart is at rest in my Lord.

This I recall to mind, therefore I have hope.

The Lord’s lovingkindesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail.

They are new every morning; great is God’s faithfulness.

“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I have hope in Him.”

Lamentations 3:21-24

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