Someone To Talk To

I really needed somebody to talk to last night. I know that is what the church is for. I was not with the church. I was on the road. But that did not change the fact that I really needed someone other than me to talk to. Everything me had to say was making it worse.

Spirit God. Just there waiting for me to remember.

I suppose that is the reason people are always on their mobiles. They find their life in community. I have always wondered how anyone could have so much to talk about. Widget on the ear, always talking. Maybe as a result, it never occurred to me to call someone. The only person I call is my son. Most folks at work are part of my tribe, good to talk with, but rarely beyond News, Sports, Weather.

And it is so rare that I come to a place where I have to admit that I need help.

Spirit God. Just there waiting for me to remember.

Father, I am so grateful that Holy Spirit is real and here for me. And for the whole church. But last night, for me. I am sorry that I forget. I know that you understand me, even when I don't. Patience is your name.

I want more. I don't want just to run to you. I want to function from your presence. Thank you for understanding. Please keep me. Do not let me fall utterly.

Hallel

The only point of value in living is how the living shows up the dying inside. There seems to be not limit to the death in there. The only counter-thrill is the subsequent discovery of how much life there is in there. The life of Christ is more than enough for all of that junk.

And while being with people gives me a chance to let some of the junk out on them, it also gives the life in me a chance get out on them, too.

Ah. There is a limit to the death in there, but there is no limit to the life in there.

This season seems very hidden, and in a way, it is. There is a habit of leaning that is still not fully formed. I am going to be released, but not until I have learned to stay.