Jesus a Man of Sorrow

I just broke into the Ryerse household by climbing in through the kitchen window. I guess there is a first for everything in life.

I set the inside of my stove on fire last night because of not having very good cooking sheets..lol.

Then when I"m lonely I go to church.

Last night was an interesting night..One of the loneliest i have felt since moving out here and I was ad because i missed my home in NY and then I missed my crazy family in Michigan. I missed having people to laugh with, to cry with, to hold me and tell me that i was loved. I was sooo lonely.

My grandfather suggested that i go to a sports bar and watch the Tigers game (which i was highly anticipating) but if there is one thing i know not to do it would be not to drink when i am feeling lonely. Alcohol can dumb the pain only for a little while but it can never take it away.

So last night i went to Fellowship in Lowell I would have probably come over to Rob and Vanessa's except for the fact that i have to save my gas in the car.

I went to Fellowship and was reminded of the beautiful Salvation story. I was reminded that Jesus, too, was a man of sorrow. Jesus knows my loneliness in ways others will never. Then, i did not feel so alone anymore.

But, oh, how i began to long to see my saviors face and to hug and kiss this Man of Sorrow.

And that longing can be the deepest longing a Christian may ever feel.