Loss & Resolve

Wow.  3.5 months since I last wrote.  You can hardly call that blogging.  Dryness does that.  Not much of a journal if there aren't any entries.

It's kind of like Elijah in 1 Kings 17 after the brook has dried up because there has been no rain in the land.  For quite some time, he watched and waited for a bad situation to become impossible.  And it did.  Once the brook has dried up, you can pretty much stop worrying about when you're going to be thirsty, because that time is now.  Once the brook has dried up, you can go ahead and register the loss, and choose to either deal with it & move forward... or lay down and be parched until such time as you die.

No thanks.

There's no point in pretending that there's no loss.  There is, and it hurts.  Younger generations have a different verb (it has to to with inhaling sharply), but we'll leave it at "hurts" for now.  Loss is no good because it means a portion of "me" is now gone missing; potentially for good.  So you have to ask yourself:  What am I REALLY made of?

In 2 Samuel 12, King David is seen praying and fasting for the life of the baby that he & Bathsheba conceived under all sorts of illegitimate circumstances.  By the way, when you run "Bathsheba" through spell checker, the first suggestion is "bathtub." Coincidence? I think not...  I digress...  Anyway, the baby (as you probably know) dies.  After that, David deals with the loss, and moves forward with resolve.  2 Samuel 12:20 Then David got up from the ground. After he had washed, put on lotions and changed his clothes, he went into the house of the LORD and worshiped. Then he went to his own house, and at his request they served him food, and he ate.

That takes chutzpah.  There is loss; there is resolve.  But not without faith.  How strong is yours?  Mine?  What's it REALLY in?  If you don't yet know, a time will come when you will.