unity

I'm used to being somewhat of a lone wolf when it comes to doing things, going places, figuring things out. The thought of depending on someone doesn't even cross my mind - I will rule out every other possible option before I go and ask someone to help.

The eye cannot say to the hand, "I don't need you!" And the head cannot say to the feet, "I don't need you!" (1 Corinthians 12:21)

The eye is probably pretty stuck up. I can just imagine what it might think. I am a beautiful masterpiece. I can be blue, brown, green; you name it - people don't say "Your hands are beautiful" half as often as they say "Your eyes are beautiful." I matter a whole lot more than you, Mr. Hand.

Regrettably, I often think like this.

One of the brothers in my year from undergrad called together a prayer meeting for our class. It's been a while - we got together, people shared about how this season has been. Maybe I was sick of hearing about peoples' problems but I had some major internal eye-rolling. Then, after that, we prayed for what seemed like eternity as our hands were plastered together from sweat and everyone was twitching their feet. Much more internal eye-rolling.

But after my patience had hit its limit and I felt like we needed to be done and should move on with our lives, God softened my heart a little. I was humbled to know that there were people who were still willing to seek God and run this race for Him, and who were not in a hurry to leave the King's presence (Ecclesiastes 8:3). And I'm reminded how stale my heart gets if I am not daily jolted back to life.

I am thankful for these brothers and sisters. Thanks, Remedy.