It’s been a week. One week. On one hand it seems like a moment and on the other it seems like a year. This week I’ve experienced a myriad of emotions – from great fear to great joy. From worry to peace. From sadness to joy. From white-hot anger to acceptance. It’s like my emotional chart has an up and down wave that just keeps going. Yet I have not been tormented.
I’m not saying I haven’t been afraid. I have.
Yet God’s presence has been so close to me that I have felt much more peace than fear – hope than despair – strength than weakness.
Last time I fought this nasty little disease, it was all hands on deck in the most aggressive, in your face fight I could manage. Many drew their swords with me and we demolished the stronghold of the enemy, set a camp all around me and we fought for an extended season. It was the right battle plan for the right moment.
But this time is going to be different. My faith has to mature beyond the “actions” of warfare to a new “position” of warfare.