A new day. I knew this day would have some challenges. I planned on staying home, but ended up needing to do a meeting at 8:00 this morning. Guess that is good. It got me out of bed and on my way to playing a part this day.
I feel alone today. Surrounded by people and noise and life. Yet still alone. As I thought about how I could call or text or Face Book a number of friends and cry for help, or ask for a soft shoulder, or a listening ear. I instantly thought of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. He had the disciples with him. He knew that the next leg of his journey was one he had to take alone. So off he went to find a place to speak and counsel with our Father in Heaven.
Perhaps an AHA moment. A time of clarification. A chance to understand that this leg of the race is to be done by me. Although loved ones will be beside me, this is to be done alone. This is my journey. My time at Gethsemane. Time for my Spirit to commune with the Father.
I have just gotten here. Although I have pleaded for help, for strength and understanding, I haven't gotten to the point of saying Thy Will be Done. History tells me I will get there,
I really don't know how to do this. I am not sure how to cope with all that lies ahead of me, or all that lies behind me.
