Longing for Jesus

A slow funk has been settling in me. It's to be expected as the initial shock of what has happened has worn away and we are now feeling more secure to face the reality of what was and what is. Pieces of the puzzle of coming together for each of us. It has to be wrestled with as we each determine what is to be done with it and hopefully move on from it in a healthy way. I don't like it. But it's part of the process.

Yesterday, I was longing for Jesus, in the flesh. Not ready for Him to reclaim the Earth, too many people I want to come to know Him as Savior, but I'd sure love for Him to come visit me. I want to look into His eyes. He'd have that compassionate "I know. I'm sorry. I love you." way of looking. I want to hear His voice. His voice would be soothing and His words would be empathetic and encouraging. And I want to sob into His chest as He holds me and consoles me. Someday...

In the meantime, as I was typing up this post, MBray sent me this encouragement:

I was reading the Bible and praying last night when I came upon this verse and thought of you.
Galatians 6:9- Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
I know that's hard to believe right now, but I pray that God will allow you to trust in it. You will reap your good harvest, mommy. Do not loose heart. 
I love you!

Tears are rolling down my face. Thank you, Jesus, for speaking to me.