October is a month that for the last few years has been full of days to be marked and remembered. Moments to be recalled as I move towards the anniversary of my healing from depression.
As I sat on a plane, waiting for take-off early Monday morning, I pulled from my bag a pocket sized copy of Eugene Peterson's The Message New Testament and turned to John. Paging through, I began reading at chapter 16.
I am caught by this translation of the words of Jesus. Caught by the parts of my life and story that they are touching.
And so, I sit here, and sip tea. I eat oranges, and taste salt on my lips, and I pray and wait and ache for that moment when all memory of pain is wiped out. I pray for the expedient coming of joy, for restoration, and birth, and peace.
When a woman gives birth, she has a hard time, there's no getting around it. But when the baby is born, there is joy in the birth. This new life in the world wipes out memory of the pain. The sadness you have right now is similar to that pain, but the coming joy is also similar. When I see you again, you'll be full of joy, and it will be a joy no one can rob from you. You'll no longer be so full of questions. (John 16:21-23, The Message)
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