That moment when you can’t reach out and touch someone who knows your heart, who do you call?
The fear of being alone in this world can be crippling, if you let it. But there’s a better way.
So much life has passed through my years, and every bit of it meaningful, precious, and yes, even, lovely. I’ve had a good life. I experienced love in so many ways I can’t count them, and I’ve been loved by so many people, I don’t even remember all their names… The joy of being me is complete. I feel as if I’ve been loved ‘enough’ to live well, love back, and laugh my way into eternity with joy unspeakable. I’m blessed.
Inside those scriptures are directions. “Go forth from your country…”
Those weren’t the words my friend wanted me to see, but as hard as he pointed me toward the rest of the verse… those were the words I saw. Those were the words I read. And those were the words that stalled me out, kept me awake, and burned through my mind until I got up and found a tea bag and hot water this morning.
Do I bless others? How do I bless others? And the counting began… I thought of the many people whom I’ve assisted as they put their business together, or as they built their online connections, in my network, the people I’ve helped with graphics, or content, or whatever many ways I’ve helped others – professionally. But then, as I waited on God to show me something more… Because I knew there was more. There’s always MORE with God.