“And God was doing extraordinary miracles by the hands of Paul, so that even handkerchiefs or aprons that had touched his skin were carried away to the sick and their diseases left them and their evil spirits came out of them.”
~Acts 19:11-12~

The boys are sleeping and it’s currently snowing. We keep getting these light dustings of snow but nothing that completely covers the ground or stays long. Paul’s been all over the place on his missionary journeys and he was breaking my heart this morning with his talk to this particular group of believers that they would not see his face again in this life. I love Paul, but the grief he bears, and the way he just continues on–it’s too much.

It just makes me grateful for the apostles God sent and worked through in order to “get the ball rolling” so to speak. These people like Paul are ones you admire so much but would never want to be them because of everything they went through. I was trying to think of any times when Paul complained about his role and I could not think of any.

There is the thorn that he asked for God to remove. But it seems like any other time he is simply calling on God that he might be found worthy of the call he’s received and faithful to complete it until whenever God is finished with him.