I've known isolation...and received healing Love that trumps the love of a hundred friends. I also know that this Love was made to pass on...sigh.
I've said hello before and tried to strike up a conversation. It was about as much fun as a tooth extraction. I've done enough today. Given all I have to give. Jeepers, can't it be someone else's turn?
These thoughts are pathetic at best... despicable really. Jesus gave me Love that pulled me out of a pit of hopelessness and I must, must pass it on. I'm compelled...not by a "should" but by gratitude. But I'm not feeling it at the moment.
So I ask for the will, the want, from the One who promises to give "the desire and the power to do what pleases Him."
How crazy is that?? He's lavished an incredible, extravagant, live-changing love on me. I balk and whine about passing it on. Rather than strike me with a cosmic lightening bolt, He offers to help me. He grants desire and power to do what pleases Him.
So many times I've thought He was angry with me, thought He'd rejected me because I couldn't get it right...and I couldn't have been more wrong. He's there--ready, willing, eager to offer all the resources of heaven.
He's just waiting for my yes. Yes, I'm willing to be made willing.
Sometimes His grace seems too amazing! What can I do but fall more wildly, more crazily in love with Him?
And greet a lonely stranger. :-)
“O Lord, there is no one like you.
We have never even heard of another God like you!
1 Chronicles 17:20