But otherwise I'm doing well.
At least, that is if you discount the fact that I spent my quiet time this morning hiding under the covers first trying not to wake up and then sobbing. I personally consider it a success to have attempted a quiet time at all.
If you haven't already figured it out, let me clue you in that I've been feeling a little melodramatic lately. Yes, it's a rough time of year, but I am strangely okay. Maybe because I spend my nights working out my angst in dreams, I find that some days I can be down right chipper.
I'm still stuck on that verse in Romans 8:18, which I was trying (rather unsuccessfully) to recite to myself as I was hiding under the covers this morning:
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.I'm just having trouble agreeing with Paul here, and I know it's a personal problem because I can intellectually assent to the truth that heaven, by definition, is much more awesome than life right now. But I do not currently feel the need to pretend that it makes sense.
So I've been wrestling with God for weeks now, asking him to make that truth real to me, and honestly, I haven't had much to say because he hasn't really answered me. I'm a little annoyed with him, but I keep going because I trust him, so I ended my colossal pity party this morning with a few verses from Hebrews 11: 13-16.
All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.Then I got out of bed. And quite frankly for that I deserve a gold star, or at least a jasmine green tea from The Perch. That'll work too. sip. sip.