Second Thursday...
I am writing to you again today because it's easier than laying down in bed. Sleep is really hard to come by. I am worn out. I am hungry. But I am sad. I miss you. I miss couch laying, phone watching, nacho eating evenings where the levels of banter could be extreme. I hate that this week would be our week. I hate that I don't get to see you or talk to you, not even close, not even a little, not even at all.
I have a little more wind in my sails in this very second. I spent a lot of time in prayer today. I spent a lot of time in the presence of Godly women who spoke truth into me. Who spoke value into me. But mostly spoke hope for me. Everyone sees your levels of brokenness. But everyone sees the ability to heal. I am not the only one who sees patience as a lesson God is teaching. I am supposed to take a step back in this moment and let God work a miracle in your life. One woman said she sees we can be happy together with enriched lives but patience must prevail. God has got to be in the drivers seat. God has to get our attention. Another said in order for God to work a miracle his will had to be done. So I am praying for God's will in all of this. I haven't been told to leave so I am here. I am right here waiting. When your hand is grabbed and another joins alongside you in a tearful prayer it gets real. People notice and people expect the miracle. Please put your pride aside. God is moving and he is working and he is about to show his might. He is about to force change. I pray he breaks you so you see what is right in front of you, waiting with arms wide open.
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