Is this how it is then
Just one long, never-ending journey
Growing deeper into Your love
Finding that the healing needed
Goes deeper still
For those who barely or don't yet know You
I so often see their need
And know it is You--
He needs Your powerful, unconditional love
You, Your love can
Heal the wounds of childhood
Give him the safety he lacks
Free him from his over-sensitivity
Give him confidence
Enable him to become who he was meant to be
Your Love is what she needs
To free her from the self-deception
Thinking that comments of others don't affect
When they do
They need You
And yet
So many more years down the road of knowing Your love
I, too, am just beginning
Does it mean I don't yet know Your love?
That I have not yet received and been healed and freed by your love?
That I don't yet live in Your love?
No...
I do
I have
I know and am living in Your love
Yet the need goes so much deeper
And Your love is so much grander
There are parts of my soul not yet touched
Not yet awakened
Here I am Jesus
Again
Still
On this journey
Of finding You
Of seeing You
Of seeking You
Show me, teach me, of Your love
Teach me to receive
And to live in Your love
Work the healing for now
And the healing to come
Thank You
this love
You
Forever, this journey
Fatherless young men, and the things with which they are struggling--that was the theme one day.
A 2 hour conversation with a university student. Oh this one was good, because he has come through so much of his pain, recognized and processed much already, and has newly come to know God as Father. This conversation wasn't actually even much between us, as me facilitating him talking to Immanuel (Immanuel Process) and finding healing there. How he lost his dad--suicide--he was one of the ones who ran upstairs and saw the body, the blood, after hearing the thump. Much of the pain he's processing now followed from the years after that event.
The next...well, already wrote about it here. His dad died from what I imagine to be a pretty simple problem. He was injured in a construction accident--shoulder hit, probably cut, later it swelled...I suspect infection. They didn't have money, he didn't go to the hospital. He died a month or two later.
And the last one I talked to was later--via text message.
"How are you today? Are you telling yourself "hopeful" words?"
Feeling pretty hopeless. He's in an incredibly busy semester, high pressure, been fighting depression...his dad died last July after wasting away for two years. Sometimes it's hard to sleep, hard to stop thinking, hard to see anything positive about life or self. This time all he could see was 'failure' 'hopeless' 'inability'.
It's sad...too many have lost their fathers way too early. Yet, what a privilege to know these guys, to have the privilege of walking with them afterwards. I don't know what my life would be like had I experienced their pain. I so admire their honesty and courage--to admit and face the struggles of their lives. One by one, may they come to know the One who is Father to the fatherless.
I wanted to come home to a quiet evening
I needed to spend quiet time reflecting, and reading, and catching up on some emails
Well, it was good to connect with my roommate
Some pretty funny comments and spontaneous moments in there
And yet there was lots of needless chatter
My soul longs for quiet
But my mouth just won't pull it off
Engaging is good
Yet, maybe it could have been different
Could it have been more quiet?
Could there have been more listening, more reflection?
Would me soul be more at ease now...?
How to live
in silence
and in connection
I want to learn more silent, withing the conversation
Father...reveal my heart
Grow a listener
A learner
A quiet one
