I've been thinking a lot lately about how the only time I pray to Jesus anymore is when I'm in deep pain, physical or emotional. Much of my theology and my connection to Christianity has fallen away, but I still need Jesus to talk to in those moments. This resonated with me a lot: "And what do I mean by “I found God?” Well. Maybe it’s a figment of my imagination. A delusion. A dream passing in the day. Or in the night. To be honest, I am not quite sure. As I looked at my mound of tissues and my empty box, somehow I had this inner knowing that I would be ok. Somehow I would get through even this. I have emptied many of these boxes in my life and lived to sing again. I’ve fallen asleep on top of tissues as I cried myself to sleep. I know I will empty many more."
Thank you for sharing this, friend. I’ve used a lot of tissues this week (including right now) and I really really want them to have meant something. 💔😢
I think you are profound, Robert. And, you write what you feel - you write from your heart and soul. And that - is profound.
Thank you for sharing.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how the only time I pray to Jesus anymore is when I'm in deep pain, physical or emotional. Much of my theology and my connection to Christianity has fallen away, but I still need Jesus to talk to in those moments. This resonated with me a lot: "And what do I mean by “I found God?” Well. Maybe it’s a figment of my imagination. A delusion. A dream passing in the day. Or in the night. To be honest, I am not quite sure. As I looked at my mound of tissues and my empty box, somehow I had this inner knowing that I would be ok. Somehow I would get through even this. I have emptied many of these boxes in my life and lived to sing again. I’ve fallen asleep on top of tissues as I cried myself to sleep. I know I will empty many more."
Thank you for sharing this, friend. I’ve used a lot of tissues this week (including right now) and I really really want them to have meant something. 💔😢