Been awake for a few hours now. Praying, thinking, remembering. “Carrying you to Jesus”. Sometimes there just aren’t words. We want words, we use alot of words at the Riley house, but sometimes there just aren’t words and that’s a good thing.
So many are struggling now. We must pray. We must.
“Satan is not cast out but by fasting and prayer, I entreat you to remember our estate to our Lord, and entreat all good Christians whom ye know, but especially your pastor, to do the same. It becomes us still to knock, and to lie at the Lords door, until we die knocking. If He will not open, it is more than He said in His word. But He is faithful. I look not to win away to my home without wounds and blood. Welcome, welcome cross of Christ, if Christ be with it.”
Samuel Rutherford- letter # 8 (Wrestling with God)
This week I beheld someone fearfully and wonderfully made. And he was beautiful.
August 21, 2009 at 4:24 pm
I almost called you today. I was packing up small clothes wondering if they’d ever be worn again. The Lord has been very gracious to me to spare me of pity parties & condemnation. I counted my blessings, reminded myself of all the nothingness I deserved, & that my Father will give me what I need in the future. (And that that last thought could digress quickly if I didn’t bring it to the obedience of Christ.)
He has carried me through all this. The cup of sorrows has been more sweet, but still bitter, with the way the body of Christ has shared my suffering. I have been blessed. Thank you, my dearest friend, especially. We do not grieve as those who do not have hope.