There is a hole, a gap in me that cannot be filled with anything but Jesus. He found me when I was very young and I’ve been talking to Him ever since.
He knows me even before I knew who He was. And no one knows me better than Him.
There were times I hurt Him, every now and then, and when it happened I lost my peace.
But He never leaves me.
The same mighty savior who found Paul, Zakheus, C.S. Lewis… The only living God who once had lived as a man –who would understand my every bit of sorrow.
God knows I don’t ask for this life, for my life is still a painful happiness because I have always been a solitaire.
Maybe that’s why I like yoga. It makes sense that a more bubbly and outgoing person would choose sports like balley dancing or salsa over yoga. It is the perfect sport for loners (whether or not they are lonely people).
I have written several series about Him, my sorrows and the conversations we had. One day, if God’s willing, I would publish it. But my life isn’t a full circle just yet, so I need to learn and listen more.
No matter what, thank you Father for never letting me go.
SHIRLEYdaily 