Dear Lord,
This is to you. I sit here in a supposedly sunny south where I have yet to feel the humid heat they so oft brag about. God I feel like I'm healing. I recognize this as yesterday we went to workout...first lifting with weights more than 10 lbs in 8 weeks time. First shooting hoops in more than 28 weeks plus. First time in a long time since I've felt the feeling that your leg won't hold you up if you try to jump on it anymore. God, what a good feeling, to know you reached total fatigue. Then, as you know better than I, the muscles are inflammed, swollen, they will grow sore hour by hour. The little guys will come in to try and clean up the damage. The phages will clean up the garbage, new cross bridges will be built, stronger than before, never to be the same.
Is that how it is with all things. I reached a point of fatigue for sure probably Sunday. Traveling from one city to another by car, emotions sitting in the backseat, ripped apart from my chest b/c I didn't want to house such brokenness anymore. Lord, you speaking to my downtrodden heart, telling me it will heal once again. YOu will be the one to heal it. The next day jumping in a plane at the buttcrack of dawn, take that back, it didn't crack through until half way to the final destination. Too physically tired to even acknowledge the emotions riding along in my backpack. It was all erased though with the meeting of super friends for that is where you are. God I thank you for the way you provide people, places, situations where I can see clearly. In this case clearly into just how blessed I am to have loved and be loved in such a short period of time. Blessed immensely in comparison to all the crap out there and more devestating scenarios that happen every minute of every day.
When two or more are gathered in your name, you are here/there/everywhere. Lord if we gather in spirit, by phone are you there a well? Just a thought...
Anyway, sharing in the lifes, hearing of your goodness, witnessing your love being poured out on others to strengthen and encourage them in different cities, different places of work, school, seasons of the soul you might say. Bringing to light the beauty of your works in individuals. Praying and talking with your beloveds. Lord, that is my cleaning. That is where you are helping my heart and soul carry out the injured parts, make ready for the rebuilding phase. I think now, as I sit here, as Flash and I have some good talks, as I get to wake up to nothing but the rooster's crow (seriously, it happened today and I thank you God for the smile it put in my heart.) I am being rebuilt. My physical body, not so much, the legs feel yesterdays fun and the pending doom of immense and intense DOMS; yet, maybe as my body heals, so the heart will mend as well, huh God.? Yeah, I trust you with it. You have yet to leave me out to dry. As sure as I am that my body will repair, I am even more sure that my inner being will be strengthened as you have your way. My weaknesses brought to light all the more so that you will be glorified as your power works in and through me.
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9
Thank you Lord Jesus. Praise you my God and King.
Isaiah 52:13-53:12
53:5...and by His wounds we are healed.
King Jesus, In your prescious name...by your blood...