Learning how to handle things that have no handles is a difficult place to be. Everything in it's right place, I guess. Sovereign God, how wonderful you are. How great are your ways. How mighty is your hand. I'm in awe.
Loneliness isn't a reality when I'm a son. It's self deception.
Loneliness is self deception.
I'm tired, and I'm breaking apart because of time, age, external influences, the sun and radiation.
I wish I would be able to do everything right, to make you happy, and to make you happy, and to make them all happy. But, part of it is realizing that Jesus is collectively the savior; of me, and them - and even when in their stage of life they want me to be savior or solve their problems or blame me, I own up to the fact that Jesus is the only answer. I repent for forgetting that, or not living in that.
Yesterday was amazing, taxing, long, tiring, busy...a lot of things. Amazing really.
I pray people fall to their knees in desperation before Jesus, King and Lord.
I need to make that adjustment myself. My posture is not what it should be, and God is showing me grace and my errors, and how his grace covers and corrects my errors.
I learn to be repentant, not regretful. And whatever God brings my way, I'll submit. Glory to God alone.
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