When I lived west-side I would glance at the blue hills, sometimes, and feel as if I was just too small to appreciate so much beauty. I can’t experience all the love I want to feel, all the time, because I am not large enough. I am insufficient.
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
Lord help me, sometimes the days are so long. And I want better, but I am earth-bound. That which I will to do, I do not do. That which I will not to do, that I do. I am insufficient for the pain as well as the love. We bear in our bodies the scars of sin that is ours and sin that is not ours. Injustices we can never repay, and that will never be repaid us. Sometimes sorrow fills up my lungs until I can’t breathe.
This is the incurable ache in my bones, the longing that can’t be satisfied. I want redemption, I want to be made right, and I want all things to be made right NOW.
Is it enough to cry with the One Whom Jesus Loved, “even so, come Lord Jesus!”?
And yet someday “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”
L.M. Shearer 