I write to you tonight across time and space, for I've recently been feeling as if I'm stuck in the wrong generation, or wrong century, or wrong world. (Or maybe you are?) I'm still working on resigning myself to the fact that our paths may never cross. But I still can throw these words out there, like a message in a bottle.
This summer has provided much-needed refreshment. I've been crossing creeks and climbing mountains, teaching music lessons and preparing concert music, helping with Bible clubs and mentoring young people, lifting weights and counting macros, scoping out new coffeeshops and haunting used book stores... And in less than three weeks, I will launch into my duties for the 2017-18 academic year. My department has shrunk by 50%, and extra responsibilities will now fall on my shoulders.
This coming Lord's Day is our pastor's last Sunday with us. I must be feeling something akin to the emotions of Christ's disciples when He told them of His impending departure. My pastor's messages from God's Word have always given me something to hold onto amidst the stormy seas, and now my only lifeline is being cut.
Because I have said these things unto you,
sorrow hath filled your heart.
Nevertheless I tell you the truth;
It is expedient for you that I go away:
for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you;
but if I depart, I will send him unto you.
(John 16:7)
I can do nothing but dig deeper into the Scriptures for comfort now, for it is through those Words of Life that the Holy Spirit can minister to my heart's anguish.
It is good for me that I have been afflicted;
that I might learn thy statutes.
(Psalm 119:71)
Perhaps you know sorrow in your heart right now, my dear one. I'm not there to wipe even one of your tears, but we both have the same loving Comforter. May you continue to rest in Him as I learn to do the same!
Praying for you,
Your Evenstar
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