Oh, the sweetness of communion with Christ.
Oh, to be bedridden...not a typical longing, I know. But, the fellowship of sufferings is one not easily replaced.
It's been a few days now of beds and meds and pain and recovery. More than we expected. And, what a gift!
To think that we hustle and bustle through days filled with pleasures and stressors, missing the opportunity to saturate in the presence and nearness of the Lord through the gift of nothingness. It's a fellowship worth longing for.
Hymns by my side all day and all night...words with depth and richness only to be truly ingested through the comradery of sufferings, I've tasted it. Again. And, nothing is sweeter. I remember this place.
The lessons to learn, the retrospect coming, I ponder it even now from afar. Hours turn days and soon I will hustle and bustle again, but prayerfully changed once more with layers upon layers of God's handiwork on my heart. This is grace. Receive it.
Thank you for meeting me here these past few days, Lord. What a wonderful Savior!
"One who is full loathes honey, but to one who is hungry everything bitter is sweet."
Proverbs 27:7
