I missed Norse.
He is my rock. He is the one who keeps me sane. He is the one who helps me with everything. I seriously don't know what I would do without him. It is so nice to come home to him. He is my refuge. (I know that there is only One who can meet all my needs, but Norse is often the one He uses to speak to me)
The trip however was not without drama. Drama in AZ and drama that tracked me down from back home in Montana. I know we are to carry one another's burdens, but I do NOT do well with drama. Honestly, I find it ridiculous and unnecessary. I find myself wanting to just ignore the people involved and the entire issue - and then I feel guilty because of my uncompassionate heart. My current attitude (albeit a wrong one) is that people need to deal with their issues and quit playing games. I feel frustrated when the same things keep popping up. I get sick of the whining and complaining. I get sick of dealing with everyone else's problems. I get sick of people.
This is why I am glad that God is not like me. His compassion never fails. His mercy is unending. His grace is immeasurable. His patience with humanity is astounding. I keep thinking of the book of Hosea - and how this woman, Gomer, prostitutes herself, keeps running, keeps hurting others, and yet she continues to be sought out, rescued and loved by her husband. How often my love runs dry, but His never will.
Hopefully He can take this hard heart and make it soft again.