I feel so weepy today…
I’m not sure why.
I cried over the way the piano player was playing “When I survey the wonderous cross…” Perhaps it was his beautifully pure voice. Or maybe it was the joy on so many faces as they accompanied him in worship. Maybe it was the story of Mary, sitting at Jesus’ feet, wanting to be taught by him, knowing she was so loved by him, certain of soon being saved by Him.
Maybe it is getting back on track, slowly, in my relationship with the Jesus that Mary adored. Being reminded there is no other person, no matter how good, that can fill a void only He was meant to fill.
I haven’t lost my way. I am finding that with Parkinson’s (and I am certain many other diseases), you lose your ability to concentrate, to stay focused, to keep on track. I am finding that with Parkinson’s you find yourself losing your stamina and your energy isn’t always what you want it to be and most likely never will be again.
It is in those times of testing the lack of resilience that you weep. For things lost. For dreams most likely never experiences.
And then you find yourself at the feet of Jesus, just like Mary. And just like Mary, you weep as you worship one like no other. One who loves like no other. One who forgives like no other. One who saves like no other.
And those tears, they wash away the pain. They wash away the heartache. And just like Mary, you know this is not how it ends and again, sitting at His feet, you worship.