realized his frailty, he desperately wanted to go home. To the
familiar. Where he was safe. Where he was loved. When all he had
sacrificed so much for seemed to be gone...He yearned for the sound of
the waves, the salty breeze running thru his hair. I can see him on
his rugged boat putting out to sea, the sun beating down on him.
Thinking, thinking, thinking.
Even then God knew, what was to come. The marvelous Rock, the
historical ministry. Hold on, Peter...Jesus is coming. Your greatest
encounter with Him is yet to happen!
I have never denied my Messiah, my Saviour. But I have felt oh so
frail, and I have endured a breathtaking desperation to go home. But
He is my glory and the lifter of my head. Those who look to Him are
radiant.
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Many times we have to be stripped of what makes us comfortable, to be able to only rely on God. :) We are all reminded of that from time to time. I was just thinking yesterday...wow, what will I do when my current ministry 'season' is over? What will I do when I no longer have a strong influence in the lives of the youth? I won't have anyone to hang around and have fun with. But then God reminded me that when this season is done another one will open up and I will be satisfied with it. I don't need to cling to the teenagers as my source of happiness...so I have to remember that I am only in a place of ministry but not of permanent relations. I need to see it for what it is and not let it be who I am. So, I like your post for it's insight into this mindset, even though I am coming from a a bit of different 'place' than you are. XOXO
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