Petra has been going around the house for the past week singing a made up song that is mostly unintelligable save the frequently repeated phrase “I’m almost there…” (sung in long drawn out, overly dramatic tones). The phrase is now stuck in my head and I’ve therefore been pondering it and what God might be trying to tell me.
I’m almost there. Almost at the place where all my life is not a giant question mark and there is actually a light at the end of the tunnel. We will find a nice place to live that we can afford in a good neighborhood. We will all make new friends and find our niche in a new church. I will have a job teaching social studies again, which is what I do best. Its just around the corner, I can feel God reassuring me. I’m almost there.
I’m almost there. Almost to the place where the healing that seems so fleeting right now – for my husband, my mom, my brother, and myself – is something I can firmly grasp. We will find joy again…we’re almost there.
I’m almost there. Almost at the day when I see Jesus face to face… When all my unanswered questions melt away in His manifested grace… I will stand before my Father God redeemed, recreated, restored, ransomed, renewed. It won’t be long. I’m almost there.
A Healing Place 