—1 Corinthians 13:12
Been struggling with what to write, how to write, for over a day. No answers, lots of questions. I've restocked on irony and seem to be clearing out things unsaid.
What does it mean to be faithful to Jesus in this life, in this circumstance, in this time? A friend told me that I wouldn't be where I am without a purpose, and I tend to agree. Yet this is a dangerous path, not unlike two others. Their convergence is part of the puzzle. Conversations are echoes, patterns, but pointing where? I neither wish to bring suffering nor endure it. The latter is no reason to run, the former is every reason to do so.
Between words my eyes close, my brow resting on the knuckles of my thumbs. I want answers I don't have and fear answers I don't want. As for today, I can only conclude that my life calls for things beyond the gifts that have so enriched and complicated it. It calls for faith that He is good and powerful and righteous. And hope, to wait on His purposes to be revealed in time. And love, always love above all, and learning what love requires.
I am grateful for this path that converges and those who also walk it. I will continue to walk.
But now, faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.
—1 Corinthians 13:13