Ramblings of a sick man
Yeah, still sick. I hardly ever catch the flu...but it sure seems it has caught me. I was chatting with a friend on skype today and told him I'm so sick of tv but can't hardly find the energy to do anything else. And I'm dyin' for some Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup!!!
I have a lot of random thoughts going through my head today. Here are the highlights:
Adoption Stuff
Our lawyer has decided on a new strategy..."tire the judge out so he'll make the decision". Seriously. He has a barrage of legalese ready to fire at the judge (or hopefully already fired) that is meant to motivate him to make the final decision. Bogdan believes that the judge should see that it is entirely within his legal authority to make the decision...and then if anyone (the evil Warsaw lady or someone else from the government) decides to challenge the ruling we'll turn our exhausting sights on them. Hey, it's a plan...that's more than we had a week ago. So, I'm psyched.
Jesus
That's a pretty vague category of thought isn't it? I'm telling you that I am utterly fascinated with him. [I guess that's good given my position...both professionally as a missionary and in life as a follower of Christ.] I've started reading in Mark and I tell you that the more I read the more I long to have been there. I want to see his eyes and hear his voice when he healed people. You know when the woman with the bleeding problem touched his clothes (maybe his Jewish prayer shawl) and she was healed. Can you imagine the look on his face when he turned and began searching the crowd out for who it was...and then his eyes met hers. She was still trembling from the bewilderment that she'd been healed. It melts my heart to think about the sheer love in the look that he surely had when he saw her.
If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll tell you something about myself. I'm a pessimist who likes to dress up as a "realist"...at least that's my human nature. But when it comes to our lives as Christ's bride, the people who have been forever transformed because of his dying commitment to us, I have such huge dreams. I dream of myself...of us...being able to achieve "that look". I guess the dream is of becoming just like Jesus. I know realistically that it's just not going to happen. Sin is a reality. But that certainly doesn't mean I can't become more like him.
Maybe I want to experience him up-close, personal, in the flesh because I think then I'd do a better job of being like him. I'd be better able to talk like him, dress like him, look at people like him. But then I realize that it's really not about those things, per se. It's about having his heart. And I'm so thankful that I can have that without having lived 2,000 years ago. It's something that's happening even now as I write this sentence...as my longing for his character to replace my own increase. I love Jesus.
My Family
To put it short, I miss them. It's been working toward 3.5 years since I've seen most of my family. And one of them...an aunt to whom I have always been very close...is having some tests done right now that I really wish I could be there for (of course there is actually much further away than the states). During tough, tense times I miss family even more. So, while many of you so often pray for us please pray for her today as I'm sure she misses family right now as well and needs the support of her Greater Family during these next few days.
That's the short of it all today...the ramblings of a sick man. Sounds like the title of an interesting book.
Have a wonderful, very blessed weekend!
I have a lot of random thoughts going through my head today. Here are the highlights:
Adoption Stuff
Our lawyer has decided on a new strategy..."tire the judge out so he'll make the decision". Seriously. He has a barrage of legalese ready to fire at the judge (or hopefully already fired) that is meant to motivate him to make the final decision. Bogdan believes that the judge should see that it is entirely within his legal authority to make the decision...and then if anyone (the evil Warsaw lady or someone else from the government) decides to challenge the ruling we'll turn our exhausting sights on them. Hey, it's a plan...that's more than we had a week ago. So, I'm psyched.
Jesus
That's a pretty vague category of thought isn't it? I'm telling you that I am utterly fascinated with him. [I guess that's good given my position...both professionally as a missionary and in life as a follower of Christ.] I've started reading in Mark and I tell you that the more I read the more I long to have been there. I want to see his eyes and hear his voice when he healed people. You know when the woman with the bleeding problem touched his clothes (maybe his Jewish prayer shawl) and she was healed. Can you imagine the look on his face when he turned and began searching the crowd out for who it was...and then his eyes met hers. She was still trembling from the bewilderment that she'd been healed. It melts my heart to think about the sheer love in the look that he surely had when he saw her.
If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll tell you something about myself. I'm a pessimist who likes to dress up as a "realist"...at least that's my human nature. But when it comes to our lives as Christ's bride, the people who have been forever transformed because of his dying commitment to us, I have such huge dreams. I dream of myself...of us...being able to achieve "that look". I guess the dream is of becoming just like Jesus. I know realistically that it's just not going to happen. Sin is a reality. But that certainly doesn't mean I can't become more like him.
Maybe I want to experience him up-close, personal, in the flesh because I think then I'd do a better job of being like him. I'd be better able to talk like him, dress like him, look at people like him. But then I realize that it's really not about those things, per se. It's about having his heart. And I'm so thankful that I can have that without having lived 2,000 years ago. It's something that's happening even now as I write this sentence...as my longing for his character to replace my own increase. I love Jesus.
My Family
To put it short, I miss them. It's been working toward 3.5 years since I've seen most of my family. And one of them...an aunt to whom I have always been very close...is having some tests done right now that I really wish I could be there for (of course there is actually much further away than the states). During tough, tense times I miss family even more. So, while many of you so often pray for us please pray for her today as I'm sure she misses family right now as well and needs the support of her Greater Family during these next few days.
That's the short of it all today...the ramblings of a sick man. Sounds like the title of an interesting book.
Have a wonderful, very blessed weekend!
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