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11.24.2004  

Only the Lonely

While conversing last night with Scott, the dialogue shifted toward our loneliness. His loneliness centered on not having people around; it's Fall Reading Days on campus, which means that almost all the hustle and bustle of student activity is kept to a minimal, and the normally idiotic things that would bother someone in the midst of studying are now missed in a strange, "I miss my moron of a brother" sort of way. Ok, maybe not. But close enough.



I told Scott that it's been the opposite for me. I don't really miss everyone in the same way he does. If anything, I'm more than grateful for the solitude; I not only get to commune with the Lord in a way I haven't been able to in a long while, but I also get to hang with some people I've been meaning to hang out with all semester long. Yesterday was a good example of this, as I sat down with Patrick (nearly 7 foot tall Nigerian...what a sight he is) and we filled one another in on our life happenings for the past several months. Had it been that long since we last spoke? Yes, yes it had been. I was also able to rouse Darren Thomas from the dead; he'd been out cold all day with clogged sinuses, and when I went into his dorm room at somewhere past 8 pm, he was still out. We went to Java for some good buzz buzz brew; Justin later joined us. All in all, the evening was grand. I got to spend it with some great brothers, and they encouraged me greatly.



Back to the solitude. The past few weeks have been...well...hard. Really, really hard. I feel disoriented at times, and undeniably distracted. I keep wondering when it'll all end; I don't think that's what I'm supposed to focus on, though. If I remember correctly, it's not my job to worry about tomorrow. My job is to obey the Lord today, in whatever way His grace allows. If I'm not seeing things with the same clarity or depth that I'm accustomed to, is it my lot to fret over a perceived lack of discernment? Hardly. The Lord knows what I must see, He knows what I must do; He'll provide the wisdom and strength for the tasks He gives me. If my heart aches deeply, I can only be real about my aching. Pain does not lessen the tasks I have set before me, but the tears that come with such pain do water the seeds that will grow into sweet fruit in the end. Such fruit will be harvested with joy; the Lord is faithful, and His promises never fail! His grace is sufficient for me, for power is perfected in weakness. And oh, I am indeed weak!



I told Scott that it's not so much that I miss people in general...I just miss someone. Gah. One day, perhaps, it'll lessen. One day...just not this day.

posted by Bolo | 10:16 AM
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