One of the things I miss most about leaving home, is having a mum and dad.
Being one who has virtually never left home, I now sometimes feel almost ‘orphaned’, having to bravely face the crowd of spectators on my own, square my shoulders bravely when the tears treaten to spill and hold myself together.
I wish I could go back to a hidden life, but I know He demands more of me. This illness, my foolishness, my struggles are all part of His platform for me.
I don’t want to make Christ ashamed of me. Standing at the fore front provides more potential for witness but also the dangers of stumbling another.
Oh, how I wish and pray for a mentor to whom I would able to share freely, unedited without fear of judgment. To receive the counsel and reprove that I need.
But I miss feeling the arms of Papa most…
Somehow amidst all the activity and adjusting, I have lost sight of what it means to pause and rest…
And today You brought John 14:18 to mind. Though all my being cries out for a mum and dad, for a mentor, You have promised You would not leave me as an orphan, You would come to me.
And this is my prayer tonight.
Lord, come. It’s been too long…