It has been a long couple of months.
God has been at work, in spite of the fact that His followers have a distinct, reliable way of ... being indistinctively unreliable.
And here? Right now? I am in a computer lab, writing a paper that is due tomorrow by midnight for which I have lost nearly everything: including my sanity. I told Jesus to take my life and everything, but I didn't think He'd take that request quite so literally.
But I? I am happy. I am confident. I know God is up to something. I know that He has given me His peace for this; how else could I be utterly sane about finishing a fifteen-page paper in about twenty-four hours?
People have told me today they can't believe how calm I am in lieu of all the craziness. But I tell them, how can I not be calm? It's not even in my hands. Praise the One whose hands carry all of us.
In the twenty-first century when everybody is trying to find themselves, find their lives, keep track of everything, I have lost a lot. But simultaneously found so much. An unexpected treasure trove in the loss of a hard drive. I think I must feel like Rahab after the walls of Jericho came tumbling down.