Monday, May 4, 2015
I'm feeling again for the first time in a while. My hope is rested somewhere, and before it was free falling.
And that's salvation. What about tomorrow's hope, where there's no specific, catch-all verse offering hope? Freedom from worry? Perhaps (Matt. 6). But a foundation for my tomorrow, for the realities of my inner spirals and deepest inabilities to swim through life? That's harder.
Those moments, though, those un-Google-able ones? I feel them again now, with this new hope. I look back and they aren't just pictures they are people. And I find myself missing them before I'm gone. It's so clear, so obvious that God is in my becoming a nurse, this wonderful chance to love on the lovable and the unlovely alike.
I'm thinking more about the rest of life - the important parts and the people that fill it. And I'm realizing the incredible gift I've been given.