I went to a conference with four thousand other women and I walked away with the words Your God is good resounding in my head.  I learned about the words better and bitter and pride.  I think I learned about them.

But what I really took away was the sound of four thousand women singing to someone they're crazy about, without instruments and with the lights down low.  I closed my eyes and I caught myself not breathing, I wanted to hear as much of it as I could.

Four thousand women singing from their souls sounds like heaven. 

Last night I got home and I knew I shouldn't be there, I knew I needed to be around at least one human because I was in one of those thinking-only-of-myself moods.  We sat outside with the wet air and the lightening bugs and a bottle of wine.  She looked at me and asked if I ever thought that life was, and then she paused and I filled it in for her.

Hard?  Lonely?  Sad?  She smiled.  Yeah. Exactly.  It is hard and lonely and I don't understand why.

But she did.  How can we not understand?  The way He calls us to live is a way that is so narrow, and some days it seems unbearably empty of another soul.  But, our God is good.  He is good enough to write Himself on our hearts, good enough to give us this ache.  This groaning for something heavenly.

When I left and crawled into my bed, I stretched out and stayed awake with Him for a while.  Thinking over the great moments He gave to me this week.  Thinking over the wise words I have heard and the loudness of His Spirit.  I lay there praying, Jesus, Father, Spirit.  I have never needed you more.  And when you send the lonely, hard nights that tug at my feet, thank you for the grace. 

There is much that you can do when your God is good.  So I am thankful for this way and I am thankful for the others who are crawling along with me.  How exciting.