A Slow Page Turner
I was going to post this to my blog (here), but I couldn’t remember the password so I’m going to post it here (Facebook). I didn’t want to post it here (on Facebook). But now I’m afraid if I don’t post it somewhere I’ll lose it forever. (After I woke up this morning, I was able to get to my laptop and delete it from Facebook and post it here to my blog.)
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Dear Lord, I turn the page by falling asleep to this day.
Period.
This day is almost behind me as I lay in bed.
Period.
Thinking about my MRI tomorrow. Thinking about what it may or may not hold, discover, expound upon, scratch out.
Forgetful?
Yes, I'm forgetful. My old best friend who is not my best friend anymore because I'm a Christian, Rich, would say, “Don't worry about dementia. You've always been absent-minded.”
And I am forgetting things, but when I get behind the pulpit, I remember things, and I can feel God's grace.
I've heard so many preachers talk about having the flu, having a temperature, using a cane, and when they get behind the pulpit, they don't need the cane. They don't feel the fever. They don't have the flu. But when they walk away from the pulpit, it comes back because the anointing wasn't for them. It was for you.
And so as I write this, I pray that my anointing is never for me, but any gift that I have from the Great One above is always for you, because I love you like you'll never know.