There are so many people. Just look around - people everywhere, all around us, everywhere, living lives. It's fascinating. All of them are living separate streams of lives, like lines and we intersect with some, seemingly at random, like the lines connecting dots in a drawing. All those people, and most of them do not notice the Lord or don't know He is who He is. It makes me really sad. I wish I were better, stronger, smarter, wiser, braver so that I knew how to tell them and would do so all the time - not in some monstrous way, like preachers on street corners that do little good. In a real way that would matter. Pray that for me. Because, it breaks my heart when I stand in line somewhere at Emory, look at all the people, and wonder, do they know Him? What would it be like to BE them, for a day, if we could swap? Here we are, standing in the same line. Each one, valuable to the Lord. Intersections. Do they know He's looking for them?
I still am in my dry place, but my hope is in the Lord. My greatest fear is that I won't be able to hold onto Him, will fall away, and my eyes become the dull gray with which I used to see the world. But He still encourages me, when I cannot feel Him. It's happened this week. I was reading some passages today and these stuck out to me:
Luke 22:13, "And they went, and found as He had said unto them: and they made ready the Passover."
Luke 22:31-32, "And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, Behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat: But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren."