Proximity

I should be in bed, but I figured I'd write a little something. Something about proximity and what it has done to me.

I have been back in KC for a little over a month now and oh what a change. I was talking to a friend the other day about proximity. About how it amazes me that so much can change due to it.

There is so much that I don't understand, but still, in a much more profound way, somehow I am resting and trusting more than I have in a long time. It's like when you've just been through a battle and all you want to do is rest and you don't care where or how. That is sort of how I feel. I've had pictures of myself in this season. It's one of a child that is dirty and shell shocked. Rubbish all around, disoriented and deaf. I know that might seem a bit extreame, but, I suppose, in matters of the heart its very subjective.

Anyway. Proximity. It does the heart wonders. I have hope again, unlike many past seasons of my life. I really do feel like some big changes are coming.

The other day I was sitting at the House of Prayer (can you believe it?! I couldn't either) and I had this simple, yet one of the dearest times I've ever had with Jesus. "I am the Resurrection and the Life" he said. And for the first time in a long time, I believe him.

I was sick, but I had to die in order for all the Glory to go to Jesus. He said, "Roll the stone away." It's time.

Roll that bad boy away.