These breaths are all so fragile. On a walk with Liam today we picked up half of a robins egg...that beautiful blue. I balanced it on top of the stroller but it kept falling off and each time more shell chipped away.
My brothers baby is sick and its hard to breathe. Its hard to go about life when someone you love is struggling for theirs. I wake up in the middle of the night to the darkness and the reality of how fragile we all are. And I grasp at 3 am for something to hold on to....something stable.
Near the end of Acts Paul feels he is to go to Jerusalem. Well meaning believers have visions and prophesy and even go as far as to act out what is going to happen to him if he goes. And it doesn't look good. Certain imprisonment and likely death. Paul's response is that he is not only willing to be imprisoned but to also die for the name of the Lord Jesus. Living out what he has already stated that for him "to live is Christ and to die is gain". He's already given it all up long ago. This is not a crisis. His hands are off his life and he has stopped seeking to control and manage it long before this moment. The believers see that his is set on this path and respond "let the will of the Lord be done".
Yes. This is peace. Is not this the only stable place? Wanting only His will.....and wanting this from a place of deep security in the His great goodness and wisdom. That He is so tender to us and will only allow us to hurt for a time and the hurt is for a reason. That He is burning away all other desires but this one: a longing for His will and His kingdom to come....where there is no more tears or sick babies or sleepless nights. Come Lord Jesus!
