I can count on two hands the people I can say, truthfully, I've clashed with in life. I can likely remember every one of their full names.
I take people as they are. Yes, I may draw wrong conclusions about them, doesn't everybody, at some point? Irrational and illogical behaviour may irritate me, but eventually I shrug and come to the conclusion life is too short to make a big deal out of it. I say, after putting the furniture back together that I've thrown around the room...
But - equally - I can count on two hands (but only just - start counting on the second hand that is) the number of people I have actually clicked with. My ally in the church, for instance; someone commented that they are like a sibling to me. Separated at birth? I muse...well, in fact all children in Christ were, if you think about it, we were there at creation, doomed to be parted until He hung on a tree for us to bring hope that we will be eternally united. But, yes, that person is special because we think in the same way, and have similar churchy-type upbringing.
It's a blessing to find someone else to connect with, and I had a long conversation with them last night. We talked about this and that, the person recently widowed and what it's done to them, meetings, conferences, and...
...changes. They're changing church because they know God has told them to. Is this another signpost for me? And which way? They had wise words for me, but I was unwilling to go into the full story - no-one, not my SOH, not my allies, know the full story and I'm not ready to pour it all out. Not even here. Especially not here. I state nothing here that I wouldn't repeat to those I meet. God knows it all though. I've stated my woes verbally and my spirit has groaned with it for months now.
I really hope there is an answer. And soon.
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