I don't have anything inspiring to say. No words that will flow effortlessly from the tips of these fingers and be aesthetically pleasing to your eyes. I can't formulate the perfect post to leave you pondering a great injustice or challenging you to make a stand. I lack the ability to move the masses. I am a broken and humbled man this week. God is twisting, turning, and for some reason, changing entirely my notions of school, relationships, future and friendships. I am worn out... In need of the power of the Holy Spirit like never before.
I hear people say "You'll push through... you'll be alright." And I know that this things are true, but every once in a while, words don't mean a whole lot. I'm not a person who longs for physical touch from friends, but this week I just need a genuine bear hug. Or maybe I need Jesus to wrap me in his arms, let me cry in his shoulder, and hear HIM speak those words of comfort.
"Seth. I love you. I am SO proud of you. Push through the rest of the semester, but keep me by your side. You'll be alright if you lean into me. Looking into eternity, your grades don't matter, you don't need to worry about your future wife; I'm protecting her for you. You don't need to worry about how you will make friends after college; I'm already preparing hearts to meet you, love you, and care for you. Never forget who you are in me. I love you so much."
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