It’s a bitter cup I’m handed.
I am David. Sleeping in the caves awaiting justice. Awaiting freedom. Awaiting friendship.
I am Joseph. Back against the wall of the pit. The wall of the prison. The wall of opposition.
I am Jonah. My heart wants to run to the shadows of comfort. But I find myself in the belly of a whale.
I am Peter. Just beyond Gethsemane. Just beyond the fire. Just beyond the cross.
Always watching from afar.
Running one hundred directions.
Every second consumed with a difficult obedience that carries weighted questions.
Unanswered questions.
Deep down I know that it is not answers I need, but Your presence.
I’m weary with feeling alone on this journey.
It’s a bitter cup I’m handed.
It’s a bitter cup… but who can say that the drink is not refreshing at times?