Entry Sixty:
The winter winds are beginning to blow down the dusty streets…the days of rain will soon displace the days of sun. Not that we get much rain in Jericho. The valley keeps us fairly dry in contrast to Jerusalem, just a day’s walk to the West from us. But the winter rains bring a promise of new life. Without the coolness and the wetness, there would be no harvest. There is a movement…a flow from one season to another.
I have been reading over the entries in the journal I have been writing since Benjamin left. Here too is movement…a flow…and here too is new life. My life is new, as are the lives of those in our growing family group. Like the rain replenishes the soil, so the mercy, grace, love, kindness, and compassion of God has washed over us and filled the emptiness inside us. The seeds of the Scriptures, sown through the years, have sprouted and grown. Perhaps in due season, we will bear much fruit to God’s glory.
As I reflect on this, I see that this was the way God intended us to live from the beginning. We were never meant to be alone…it is not good, God said, for man to be alone. But it is not only in our union with a spouse that we find ourselves fulfilled. It is in union with our fellow human beings that the purpose of life is revealed. Together we display what it means to be human. Each one of us is a body made up of individual yet complimentary parts. If we are to function at all, each part must work together in harmony. So, too, it is when we learn to live in harmony with others that we learn to live…really live.
Had Benjamin not broken my heart, my heart would never have been opened to Levi and the others. It is through suffering that I have been made whole. It is through suffering that I have found life.
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