Sitting in Milwaukee. Had an interview yesterday that could have gone better. Feeling far from the Lord. A Psalm 42 kind of day. Half-hearted prayer that God would just show up. Want Him, want to hear from Him more than anything else in the world. Two guys, Scott and Cole, see me reading the Bible, walk up and start a conversation. They explain that they are seniors in a small Bible school north of Green Bay. They explain that they're thinking about missions after seminary. I tell them a bit about myself. I'm too 'in the moment'/proud to tell them I'm having a rough day. No matter. They say they just wanted to encourage me. "Stay the course," they say.
Exhale.
Father, I can't believe how you love me like you do. Thank you for showing me.
