Aug 01, 2011 00:07
It’s my blue scripture case that is on my desk at this moment.
A few moments earlier, I had unzipped it for the first time in years because I was looking up a scripture for a friend. And I admit, I’m a bit nostalgic-not that it’s a bad thing. It’s just that I am surprised that I miss them. Sounds a little silly but hear me out: I used to turn to them for support during the hard times, for understanding and for guidance. Now, they just kind of adorn my bookshelf like trophies, waiting for the days that I feel like bringing them down and brushing off the dust to admire my good ol’ days.
I wonder if the day will come when I make my peace with God and everything is going to be okay again. It’s not like I am at odds with the Man Upstairs or that I find him culpable for the way I am somehow. I just wonder if things will ever be the way they used to be…but it is just that they can’t.
And it is not like I’m holding out for the Church to change or anything.
It is just that I’m hoping God will make everything okay.
I think those last two statements may be mutually exclusive.