Lament

I went rock climbing at Horseshoe Canyon Ranch in Arkansas yesterday with my two sisters and some friends from school. It was the youngest one’s birthday, she turned 16. :) The middle sister and I have had lots of issues here in the past… 4 years? :/ But yesterday was probably the best day we’d had in that length of time. I was able to just let things wash over me and focus on the beautiful of nature around me, my wonderful friends, and just loving her. I realized again yesterday something that I at times forget because we’re so busy arguing. She’s broken. As am I. I truly believe that only THE Rapha can heal us.

I’ve encountered lately more “anti-Jesus” thinking than usual. Usually it’s disguised as something that sounds amazing and true. But I know. I know where it will take us. I see it everyday. I see people dealing with even more brokenness than I have to deal with. I long for the day when all is right and the Lord comes for us. There’s so much depravity. I wish I could be a little girl again, with a mind oblivious to all the evil. I’m so emotionally involved in what I see. My heart aches for people I barely know who have dived into a game of justifying the immoral because they think it’s what they want and what will make them happy. I don’t want to be devoured by the jaws of corruption. But those people or I suppose the evil one (the sin not the sinner) try desperately to convince me that it is what I want… to relish in my desires in a way that has nothing to do with how God has planned for us to enjoy them. Oh to be home with my Father.