life or death.
April 25, 2008 § Leave a comment
For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.
“Father, I desire that they might be with Me where I am…”
The Desire of all nations.
It’s a dance…and right now, I feel like I’m dancing at my own funeral a lot of the time. Sorry if that sounds morbid. I don’t mean literally. I just mean that feeling in my stomach that even my mirror doesn’t understand. I’m tired, but not in a way that an early bedtime relieves. I’m sick, but incurable.
I don’t even think apples or raisin-cakes can help.
I have to lean. I need to lean. Bring me out leaning. My friends and family want to hear my voice, but it doesn’t work anymore. Only You can hear it. Only You…