How do I learn the lessons God is trying-so patiently, time after time-to teach me?
Slow down, He says.
Be still.
I never learn it completely.
October was another example of lessons unlearned. Sure, I can tell you about three more trips to the hospital praying helplessly over children bearing burdens beyond their years. I can tell you about adjusting to a new job working hours long into the night watching over lost, troubled children. I can tell you of my own sweet teenager trying to find her way through junior high. You would nod your head with empathy and understanding. You've been there. You know.
How do I learn to live this disciple life? Walking Jesus' cross-carved path.
I stop.
I pray.
God forgives and pours out his redeeming grace upon my weary, unlearning soul.
And, I begin again.
