Last year I wanted to go to my brother's place, but what a load to put on June. Should I travel that far? Should I expect her to invest that amount of time when I had been Mr time consuming investment from her over the past 6 weeks?
Answer: No. I needed to take myself out of the middle and serve June. Hard because I felt that I had already missed so much. But even more realizing that God was leading and pressing into me priorities of life and family patterns.
So here we are back in real time on Thanksgiving Day 2011. I am profoundly grateful for life, for health, for God's persistent grace and pressing presence.
One of the most vivid images of my experience is the dwelling, pressing presence of God. In the natural I recall the pressed int the bed sort of feeling as I awoke from the appendix surgery in Prague. But then time and time again the pressed into God sort of feeling as I maneuvered the path of recovery.
My journal celebrates when I was home for a longer stretch of days than I had spent in the hospital and keeps measuring that span: longer than my most recent stay, longer than total number of days in the hospital etc. Looking back it reflects the awareness of the unknown next day. After compressed ups and downs would the path toward healing stay straight?
It is how we face life. No promise of tomorrow. So how do we face and hold today?
I want to live each day preparing for the long term and resting in the contentment of today; He abides, He dwells, he speaks.
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