it is not a waste of your life to spend your life letting Jesus teach you to love another well
For a doubting son
another day of errands and planning,
dishes and laundry,
texts from you to pick you up-
tutoring was over.
But class is still in session.
The teacher is trying to answer your questions.
You can’t see him, but you believe,
You have questions.
But it’s another dusk
and the sun goes down behind the desert mountains.
Deeper and darker
then crimson red
as though the sun
buried behind a rock.
But tomorrow that passionate ball
of fire will rise from what seems to you a grave.
And I will rise too.
And I’ll wake you.
And I’ll take up my cross
and lay down my life
and pray you will see
that surely he is with you always
even to the last dusk.
Published by Sheila Dougal
Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago.
I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated.
It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King.
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