A Long Time 'Coming.

It made me sad today when I pulled up my blog.

There it sat. Untouched. Dusty. No action. No upkeep. For over two months.

Nada.

My history would tell you that if I don't post for a number of weeks then I will be reappearing with a baby in tow. Yeah, I've been known to do that. Disappear. Then re-appear with a baby. Its kinda weird, but I've done it twice and it seems to pay off.

Don't get your hopes up. No baby here.

Just life. The hard kind. The keep-you-up-at-night-kind. The kind that the woman with the issue of blood must have been having when it said...

“As Jesus was on His way, the crowds almost crushed Him. And there was a woman there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. She came up behind Him and touched the edge of His cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped. ‘Who touched Me?’ Jesus asked. When they all denied it, Peter said, ‘Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you.’ But Jesus said, ‘Someone touched Me; I know that power has gone out from Me.’ The woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at His feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched Him and how she had been instantly healed. Then He said to her, ‘Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace’” (LUKE 8:43-47).

I find it interesting that nowhere does it say she walked steadily up behind Him, gently eased her way through the crowd and tapped Him on the shoulder.

Anybody can do that!

But she (much like myself) wormed her way through the crowd. Chances are she (like I feel I do on occasion) knelt down and crawled through the legs and the feet. Until she (like I am attempting) reached and grabbed hold of the edge of his clothing. And then refused to let Him go until He noticed her.

Here this, my lovelies, I'm not letting go. Not until He's done. I'll crawl on hot pavement, through legs and over limbs, I'll drive Him nuts and I'll beat down His door...but I won't leave Him alone until He has heard my plea and has answered it.

So when you all, my friends, leave me postings that say, "Where are you?" "We're worried..." "I'm praying for you..." to that I say:

Thank you. Its good to be missed. I won't stay gone that long again, okay friend? Because I've missed you, too. So let's crawl along this pavement together. Let's reach Him together, shall we? I'll pray for you. You pray for me. And I'll see you on the other side.

Love,
Melissa