*A note before you read this. After doing an audit of my blog in 2022, I have decided to leave content that speaks to the Christian I was at the time this was written. I no longer identify as Christian (and haven’t for a very long time.) I chose to leave these posts because it is who I was then and it is important to me to be honest and true with every iteration and evolution of self that I experience. I may decide to add comments to the end of posts like this as well
I’ve been having some difficulty lately. My insecurities are probably the hardest things for me to talk about or hit head-on. I am a see-a-problem–find-a-solution–get-to-it person. Except when it comes to these insecurities of mine.
I prayed this morning about the things that have been rattling around in this brain of mine and God answered me with a couple of phone calls from friends. The ones that always tell it like it is. And through them, God told me He loved me and He trusted me and He is there for me.
And finally I get the spaceship guy. I love this story. I have this friend, she’s of the stubborn breed. She didn’t understand my need for Jesus. She (very lovingly) teased me that when she saw the spaceship come take me away, she might have a notion to hear me out. It has been a long-standing private joke between us. And a certain population of Christians out there have been thinking I’ve lost what little sense I had for daring to joke about spaceships and the “catching up” of believers.
God gave me the honor recently of watching my Spaceship friend come to terms with her need of Him. I do not like the circumstances through which she had to trudge through, but in this painful time of her life, she has come to the understanding that when she rests upon Him, life takes on new meaning. God’s rationale baffles me to the highest degree at times, but I know that if I just do what He says things will go much smoother.
He always knows who to send and what they need to say. It humbles me tremendously that He cares THAT much and so much more.