On my way home from church today I listened to a song I've heard a million times. It's one that I love. But - for some reason...today it opened my eyes to things about me that it never has before. So...I'm going to share the lyrics with you! :o) Enjoy!
I've made You promises a thousand times.
I tried to hear from heaven but I talked the whole time.
I think I made You too small.
I never feared You at all. No.
If You touched my face would I know you?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?
What do I know of You, who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood but the shore along Your ocean?
Are you fire? Are you fury? Are you sacred? Are you beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
I guess I thought that I had figured You out.
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
how You were mighty to save.
But - those were only empty words on a page.
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be.
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees.
What do I know of You, who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood but the shore along Your ocean?
Are you fire? Are you fury? Are you sacred? Are you beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life it's name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One whom the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name.
On earth and heaven above...what do I know of this love?
That's me. I've made Him promises a thousand times. I tried to hear from heaven...but I talked the whole time. I think I made Him to small. I've never feared Him at all. No. Hmm...it just really made me think. What do I know? I love when it says, "Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be. The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees!" Isn't that usually how it goes? Haha. My God is amazing. I love how He can use something simple...like a song I've heard a million times and use it to speak to me. What do I know of this love? I know that He takes me as I am. He sees me...and wants me anyway. He has prepared a path for me to take! He loves me that much! He thinks the small things are important. He cares about me! He loves me! He will never leave me! He will never abandon me! He satisfies me! HE IS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!! I told a friend the other day what my favorite thing about the Lord was. Want me to share it with you? Okay. My favorite thing about Him is this: Jesus is on His throne. He's stable and He's able. He is more than enough. He's not shaken by the things of this world...even if we are. He's in control. He's got us in His hands. :o) I take comfort in that. He's always there. When we fall...He'll be there to pick us back up and dust us off. He's completely AMAZING! He's worth it. He deserves our best. He deserves more than I could ever give Him. I'm not worthy. I never will be. BUT - He loves me anyway. :o) It still blows my mind. I hope it always does!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
AMAZED BY YOU!!
Here's what's been going on with me...in my heart...and in my soul.
I let people consume me. It's a bad habit and it's something that God is trying to break me from. I was reminded yesterday that God wants me to be consumed with Him. I'm trying to satisfy myself with everything but the ONE who can truly satisfy me. I mean...I know this. I know that He should be my satisfaction. I know that He should be the One I run to. I know that if my dad isn't there for me the way I want him to be that my Lord will be my Daddy. What I'm missing in my life and in my relationships...He can fill that void. My Jesus will never leave me. He walks with me every day. He's always there and His love is unconditional. He is my Father, my Daddy, my Savior, my Healer, He is the King of Kings, and the Lord of Lords, the Alpha and Omega, Beginning and the End!! My God is HUGE! :o) He loves us enough to place us on this path. This perfect path that HE created for us! How amazing is that?! He loves us enough to place the people in our lives that we need...ones that will teach us and help us grow into the people that HE created us to be. I'm amazed by His love. NO ONE will ever love us more than Him. I know and believe all of these things...yet I choose to put others before Him. I make decisions that I know I shouldn't. I turn to others instead of Him. I'm just now getting back into the routine of talking with my Lord everyday. I find it comforting...and so peaceful. I love talking to Him. It makes my heart and soul happy...NO...joyous! :D I can call on Him anytime. He is always there. He listens to every word. He knows my heart. He knows my every thought and action and He chooses to love me anyway. I think that's so AMAZING! I don't deserve it. None of us do...but we have it available. The One who formed the heavens and the earth...who created you and me and knew us before we were formed...HE IS AVAILABLE TO US!! He wants us! He created us to love Him...to glorify His name. A friend once told me this: "God knew what I would do and the decisions I would make before I was ever born and He still chose to create me." That statement really made me think. He knew. He knew that I would be this sinner...saved by grace. He knew that I would mess up...EVERY SINGLE DAY. He knew that I would put others before Him. He knew that I would make wrong decisions from time to time. He knows what I'll do in the future. He knows all of that and He still wanted me. He wants me! HE DIED FOR ME!!!!! Will anyone really ever love us like that? With that type of passion? With that type of committment? NO WAY! It isn't possible. Man's love is conditional for the most part. That's just the way it is. God's love is completely different. We're so underserving but He loves us anyways. It just amazes me. For real.
I let people consume me. It's a bad habit and it's something that God is trying to break me from. I was reminded yesterday that God wants me to be consumed with Him. I'm trying to satisfy myself with everything but the ONE who can truly satisfy me. I mean...I know this. I know that He should be my satisfaction. I know that He should be the One I run to. I know that if my dad isn't there for me the way I want him to be that my Lord will be my Daddy. What I'm missing in my life and in my relationships...He can fill that void. My Jesus will never leave me. He walks with me every day. He's always there and His love is unconditional. He is my Father, my Daddy, my Savior, my Healer, He is the King of Kings, and the Lord of Lords, the Alpha and Omega, Beginning and the End!! My God is HUGE! :o) He loves us enough to place us on this path. This perfect path that HE created for us! How amazing is that?! He loves us enough to place the people in our lives that we need...ones that will teach us and help us grow into the people that HE created us to be. I'm amazed by His love. NO ONE will ever love us more than Him. I know and believe all of these things...yet I choose to put others before Him. I make decisions that I know I shouldn't. I turn to others instead of Him. I'm just now getting back into the routine of talking with my Lord everyday. I find it comforting...and so peaceful. I love talking to Him. It makes my heart and soul happy...NO...joyous! :D I can call on Him anytime. He is always there. He listens to every word. He knows my heart. He knows my every thought and action and He chooses to love me anyway. I think that's so AMAZING! I don't deserve it. None of us do...but we have it available. The One who formed the heavens and the earth...who created you and me and knew us before we were formed...HE IS AVAILABLE TO US!! He wants us! He created us to love Him...to glorify His name. A friend once told me this: "God knew what I would do and the decisions I would make before I was ever born and He still chose to create me." That statement really made me think. He knew. He knew that I would be this sinner...saved by grace. He knew that I would mess up...EVERY SINGLE DAY. He knew that I would put others before Him. He knew that I would make wrong decisions from time to time. He knows what I'll do in the future. He knows all of that and He still wanted me. He wants me! HE DIED FOR ME!!!!! Will anyone really ever love us like that? With that type of passion? With that type of committment? NO WAY! It isn't possible. Man's love is conditional for the most part. That's just the way it is. God's love is completely different. We're so underserving but He loves us anyways. It just amazes me. For real.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Blogging is complete therapy. For real.
That statement is sad but true. These days I feel so much better after I blog. So...it's probably going to be a daily thing for a while. Well...at least during the week. It seems to make my day at work a little better if I write. So...here it goes! :D
I've never been one to enjoy alone time. EVER. It's not one of my favorite things and too much alone time can really make me sad....borderline depression. For real. I don't know why. I just like people. It's probably because I have abandonment issues but we'll talk about that another day. To be honest if I was around people 24/7 that would be okay with me. Some people aren't like that. Lately I've noticed that I don't mind being alone as much as I did. At work I've really started to enjoy having lunch by myself. It's really...calming and nice. I have time to do what I want and not feel rushed at all by the people that might have gone with me. I get to go where I want without anyone trying to change my mind. It also helps me think. Think about what? EVERYTHING. Hahaha. No, seriously. I think this may become my routine for a while. Bring my lunch...chill by myself...maybe read a book...blog a little...then go back to work and finish out the day in a better mood than I started it with. If I could be a morning person that would be terrific but my first thought when waking up in the morning is: "I just need a little more sleep. I don't wann go to work!" Hahaha. It's really kind of hilarious. I mean...I really thought I would grow out of this but obviously not. I'm usually nice and sometimes talkative at home in the mornings but once I get to work I go back to the "I'm not a morning person. Please don't talk to me until after 10am" person. Today my co-worker started talking to me as soon as I walked in the door. She was asking questions she could've found the answer for herself. Just chatting away with no response from me. I finally had enough and as nice as I could and in the most pitiful voice I could muster said, "Why do you find it necessary to talk to me right now? I'm not a morning person. ::sighs::". I did try to say it nice...but...it came out in a whine. I was afraid I would hurt her feelings and I might have but I had to stop her. I couldn't take it. She was really making my blood pressure rise. Hmm...I got off subject a little. Let's get back on track! :o) Okay...so...I also don't mind walking by myself anymore. Monday it was so beautfiul outside that I decided I would totally walk by myself. I got my iPod and headed out the door. The time flew...and it was just me and my music...and Jesus. Yesterday David and I walked together. We talked a little. It was nice. Walking with someone is way better...but...I seriously don't mind walking alone now. The plan is to walk again today. I'm actually looking forward to it! Awe...look at me...growing a little....changing for the better. For real. Since I've been living with my roommates I've changed a lot. At least I think I have. I also think these changes are good! Some might disagree...but that is also a subject for another day. I love my life. If I had to do it all over again I'd want to be right where I am and I'd make the same choices just to ensure that I would get there. My mistakes and my right choices got me here. I am truly a blessed woman. Of course there are things I regret that are in my past...who doesn't have things they wish they could take back?! But...in the great scheme of things...if those bad decisions led me where I am today then I'm thankful for those experiences in a way. Weird, huh?
Most of the above was written on Tuesday. So...it had to be edited a little. My day started out kind of crazy. Here's what happened: Today started out kind of stressful and such. I got up like usual at 6am and took a shower. Then I went to my bedroom to grab my phone so I could keep an eye on the time. I saw that my dad had called twice and left me a message. Strange. I listened to the voicemail first and he sounded out of breathe. He said he thought he was having a stroke and asked me to please call him back. Hmm....so I called him and sure enough HE WAS DRIVING HIMSELF TO THE ER! What?! Who does that?! He had been having chest pain and left arm pain since 3am and it was pretty bad. Just so you know...my dad NEVER goes the the doctor. NEVER. The only time I can remember him going is when he's gotten hurt and didn't have a choice. So for him to choose to go to the ER himself meant something was terribly wrong. Now...after hearing his symptoms I knew he was wrong in his diagnosis. Those weren't symptoms of a stroke. Those were symptoms of a heart attack. My dad is a very healthy looking man. At least I think so. He's a got a small belly. He's not fat by any means. He doesn't eat right though...AT ALL and he smokes 2 packs of cigarettes a day. That's right people...2 PACKS A DAY. I've tried talking to him about quitting. It's useless. A waste of breathe actually. He's not going to quit. He says he never will. Maybe this will make him change his mind. So I make 2 phone calls...one to Rick (my other father) and one to my manager. Then I run to my room to dry my hair and throw some clothes on. By that time my roommates should be waking up so I walk out of my room and knock on David's door. I tell him what's going on and start crying, of course. Audra hears me and comes out asking what in the world is going on. I grab my things and run out the door...promising to call them with any updates. Once I get to the ER dad seems to be doing fine. He tells me to just go to work because he doesn't think they are going to keep him. Hahaha. That's what he thought. I informed him I wasn't going anywhere and that I think he's had a heart attack. Rick shows up a few minutes later and we all talk for a little while. Finally the nurse confirms that it was indeed a heart attack and that they were going to admit him so they could run further tests. This did not make my dad happy. He asked if he could have one last cigarette and she told him no. He then asked if I could go get McDonald's for him. She told him no to that one as well. He was NOT happy! He informed her that "This is why people don't like hospitals.". She told him that since he was going to be admitted for heart problems that he would be on a special diet. A diet low in cholesterol and sodium. McDonald's did not fall into either of those categories. So...he'd be on yummy hospital food for the next couple of days. They admitted him and transferred him to the SICU. They did a catscan and will do an arteriogram tomorrow. They also have him on blood thinners. Right now he's doing just find and I totally believe he will stay that way. It was just a little frightening. I hate getting those calls because you never know what you're going to find out once you get to the hospital. So...that's how my day started out. It wasn't pleasant but I praise God that my dad is okay. For real.
Well...I know this is a long post but it is 2 days in the making! :o) I hope you didn't fall asleep while reading it! Hahahahaha.
~James
I've never been one to enjoy alone time. EVER. It's not one of my favorite things and too much alone time can really make me sad....borderline depression. For real. I don't know why. I just like people. It's probably because I have abandonment issues but we'll talk about that another day. To be honest if I was around people 24/7 that would be okay with me. Some people aren't like that. Lately I've noticed that I don't mind being alone as much as I did. At work I've really started to enjoy having lunch by myself. It's really...calming and nice. I have time to do what I want and not feel rushed at all by the people that might have gone with me. I get to go where I want without anyone trying to change my mind. It also helps me think. Think about what? EVERYTHING. Hahaha. No, seriously. I think this may become my routine for a while. Bring my lunch...chill by myself...maybe read a book...blog a little...then go back to work and finish out the day in a better mood than I started it with. If I could be a morning person that would be terrific but my first thought when waking up in the morning is: "I just need a little more sleep. I don't wann go to work!" Hahaha. It's really kind of hilarious. I mean...I really thought I would grow out of this but obviously not. I'm usually nice and sometimes talkative at home in the mornings but once I get to work I go back to the "I'm not a morning person. Please don't talk to me until after 10am" person. Today my co-worker started talking to me as soon as I walked in the door. She was asking questions she could've found the answer for herself. Just chatting away with no response from me. I finally had enough and as nice as I could and in the most pitiful voice I could muster said, "Why do you find it necessary to talk to me right now? I'm not a morning person. ::sighs::". I did try to say it nice...but...it came out in a whine. I was afraid I would hurt her feelings and I might have but I had to stop her. I couldn't take it. She was really making my blood pressure rise. Hmm...I got off subject a little. Let's get back on track! :o) Okay...so...I also don't mind walking by myself anymore. Monday it was so beautfiul outside that I decided I would totally walk by myself. I got my iPod and headed out the door. The time flew...and it was just me and my music...and Jesus. Yesterday David and I walked together. We talked a little. It was nice. Walking with someone is way better...but...I seriously don't mind walking alone now. The plan is to walk again today. I'm actually looking forward to it! Awe...look at me...growing a little....changing for the better. For real. Since I've been living with my roommates I've changed a lot. At least I think I have. I also think these changes are good! Some might disagree...but that is also a subject for another day. I love my life. If I had to do it all over again I'd want to be right where I am and I'd make the same choices just to ensure that I would get there. My mistakes and my right choices got me here. I am truly a blessed woman. Of course there are things I regret that are in my past...who doesn't have things they wish they could take back?! But...in the great scheme of things...if those bad decisions led me where I am today then I'm thankful for those experiences in a way. Weird, huh?
Most of the above was written on Tuesday. So...it had to be edited a little. My day started out kind of crazy. Here's what happened: Today started out kind of stressful and such. I got up like usual at 6am and took a shower. Then I went to my bedroom to grab my phone so I could keep an eye on the time. I saw that my dad had called twice and left me a message. Strange. I listened to the voicemail first and he sounded out of breathe. He said he thought he was having a stroke and asked me to please call him back. Hmm....so I called him and sure enough HE WAS DRIVING HIMSELF TO THE ER! What?! Who does that?! He had been having chest pain and left arm pain since 3am and it was pretty bad. Just so you know...my dad NEVER goes the the doctor. NEVER. The only time I can remember him going is when he's gotten hurt and didn't have a choice. So for him to choose to go to the ER himself meant something was terribly wrong. Now...after hearing his symptoms I knew he was wrong in his diagnosis. Those weren't symptoms of a stroke. Those were symptoms of a heart attack. My dad is a very healthy looking man. At least I think so. He's a got a small belly. He's not fat by any means. He doesn't eat right though...AT ALL and he smokes 2 packs of cigarettes a day. That's right people...2 PACKS A DAY. I've tried talking to him about quitting. It's useless. A waste of breathe actually. He's not going to quit. He says he never will. Maybe this will make him change his mind. So I make 2 phone calls...one to Rick (my other father) and one to my manager. Then I run to my room to dry my hair and throw some clothes on. By that time my roommates should be waking up so I walk out of my room and knock on David's door. I tell him what's going on and start crying, of course. Audra hears me and comes out asking what in the world is going on. I grab my things and run out the door...promising to call them with any updates. Once I get to the ER dad seems to be doing fine. He tells me to just go to work because he doesn't think they are going to keep him. Hahaha. That's what he thought. I informed him I wasn't going anywhere and that I think he's had a heart attack. Rick shows up a few minutes later and we all talk for a little while. Finally the nurse confirms that it was indeed a heart attack and that they were going to admit him so they could run further tests. This did not make my dad happy. He asked if he could have one last cigarette and she told him no. He then asked if I could go get McDonald's for him. She told him no to that one as well. He was NOT happy! He informed her that "This is why people don't like hospitals.". She told him that since he was going to be admitted for heart problems that he would be on a special diet. A diet low in cholesterol and sodium. McDonald's did not fall into either of those categories. So...he'd be on yummy hospital food for the next couple of days. They admitted him and transferred him to the SICU. They did a catscan and will do an arteriogram tomorrow. They also have him on blood thinners. Right now he's doing just find and I totally believe he will stay that way. It was just a little frightening. I hate getting those calls because you never know what you're going to find out once you get to the hospital. So...that's how my day started out. It wasn't pleasant but I praise God that my dad is okay. For real.
Well...I know this is a long post but it is 2 days in the making! :o) I hope you didn't fall asleep while reading it! Hahahahaha.
~James
Monday, May 3, 2010
Truly Loving Christ...
I was reading a book this morning by Francis Chan called Crazy Love. What I was reading really made me think so I figured I'd share it! :o)
Here it goes: "Have you ever met someone who was utterly and desperately in love with Jesus? I have. My wife's grandma Clara. I spoke recently at Grandma Clara's funeral, and I could honestly tell the mourners gathered that I have never known anyone more excited to see Jesus. Every morning Clara would kneel by her bed and spend precious hours with her Savior and Lover; later in the day, just the sight of that corner of her bed would bring joy-filled tears and a deep anticipation of the next morning spent kneeling in His presence. Grandma Clara acted toward God the way we act toward people we're madly in love with. When you are truly in love, you go to great lengths to be with the one you love. You'll drive for hours to be together, even if it's only for a short while. You don't mind staying up late to talk. Walking in the rain is romantic, not annoying. You'll willingly spend a small fortune on the one you're crazy about. When you are apart from each other, it's painful, even miserable. He or she is all you think about; you jump at any chance to be together."
Reading this really made me think about the way I love Jesus. I don't love Him like that. I don't wake up excited to spend time with Him. I don't think about Him all day long. I don't give like I should. I do none of what's mentioned above. I even complain about my 30 minute drive to church. I mean...seriously?! What in the world am I complaining about?! I am blessed to be where I am. I'm so very thankful that God brought me to Bethel. What is my problem? Why is it so difficult to make myself go? Well...the answer to that question is simple. I'm lazy. That seems to be the answer to lots of questions these days. Have you lost anymore weight, Jamie? Well...I gained some back...now I'm beginning to lose again. Really? You gained? Yes. I gained. What happened? Well...I allowed myself to become lazy. Again. This is the story of my life. Boo. I don't want that to be my story. I want my story to be about strength and courage. A story of one overcoming their struggles. I want mine to be a story of success, of love, of a life that truly lived for Christ no matter what the cost. Is that even possible? I think so!! It's just making the decision to do so.
In Crazy Love Francis quoted something from John Piper's book, God Is the Gospel. I also found it very interesting. Enjoy! :o)
"The critical question for our generation --and for every generation -- is this: If you could have heaven, with no sickness, and with all the friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties you ever saw, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no human conflict, or any natural disasters, could you be satisfied with heaven, if Christ was not there?"
Doesn't that make you think? It all sounds so wonderful...until you read that last part. Could you be satisfied with heaven if Christ wasn't there? My first thought is: What's the point? What is the point of heaven without Jesus? I don't think that's what Piper meant though. I think he meant...do we put enough emphasis on Jesus in our everyday life now to notice if He wasn't in heaven with us. Would we get so wrapped up in everything else that it would even make a difference? I have to admit...I don't spend time with Him daily like I should. I am working on that and getting better but it's still an everyday struggle for me. I can get so wrapped up in people that my focus completely changes from Jesus to them so easily. I hate admitting that. My pride wants people to see me as this strong Christian who isn't willing to compromise her beliefs and never messes up. Truth be told none of that is true. I mess up everyday. It's our nature. I think we use that to justify our sin sometimes. "It's just our nature. No one is perfect." That's right. No one is perfect but I should try everyday to be better than I was the day before. I shouldn't be caught up in habitual sin. I should be nailing my sin to the cross and walking away. Isn't that what repenting is all about? Turning from your sin. Giving it to the Father and walking away. Hopefully never to return. Now...I know that's almost impossible to do but that should be what we are striving to do. Right? Right. This world offers so many things that can take our attention away from the only One who deserves it. We are a people of addictions. It's most definitely in our nature to be that way. So many people are trying to fill this void they have in themselves with the wrong things. We really do have this "God-shaped hole" that only He can fill. We'll make ourselves miserable trying to fill it with anything but Him. He's the only One who can really satisfy us. Gosh. If we could just get that. Truly get it. Everything about the way we think and act would change completely. Hmm...
Well...I think I'm done rambling for now. Until next time! :D
Here it goes: "Have you ever met someone who was utterly and desperately in love with Jesus? I have. My wife's grandma Clara. I spoke recently at Grandma Clara's funeral, and I could honestly tell the mourners gathered that I have never known anyone more excited to see Jesus. Every morning Clara would kneel by her bed and spend precious hours with her Savior and Lover; later in the day, just the sight of that corner of her bed would bring joy-filled tears and a deep anticipation of the next morning spent kneeling in His presence. Grandma Clara acted toward God the way we act toward people we're madly in love with. When you are truly in love, you go to great lengths to be with the one you love. You'll drive for hours to be together, even if it's only for a short while. You don't mind staying up late to talk. Walking in the rain is romantic, not annoying. You'll willingly spend a small fortune on the one you're crazy about. When you are apart from each other, it's painful, even miserable. He or she is all you think about; you jump at any chance to be together."
Reading this really made me think about the way I love Jesus. I don't love Him like that. I don't wake up excited to spend time with Him. I don't think about Him all day long. I don't give like I should. I do none of what's mentioned above. I even complain about my 30 minute drive to church. I mean...seriously?! What in the world am I complaining about?! I am blessed to be where I am. I'm so very thankful that God brought me to Bethel. What is my problem? Why is it so difficult to make myself go? Well...the answer to that question is simple. I'm lazy. That seems to be the answer to lots of questions these days. Have you lost anymore weight, Jamie? Well...I gained some back...now I'm beginning to lose again. Really? You gained? Yes. I gained. What happened? Well...I allowed myself to become lazy. Again. This is the story of my life. Boo. I don't want that to be my story. I want my story to be about strength and courage. A story of one overcoming their struggles. I want mine to be a story of success, of love, of a life that truly lived for Christ no matter what the cost. Is that even possible? I think so!! It's just making the decision to do so.
In Crazy Love Francis quoted something from John Piper's book, God Is the Gospel. I also found it very interesting. Enjoy! :o)
"The critical question for our generation --and for every generation -- is this: If you could have heaven, with no sickness, and with all the friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties you ever saw, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no human conflict, or any natural disasters, could you be satisfied with heaven, if Christ was not there?"
Doesn't that make you think? It all sounds so wonderful...until you read that last part. Could you be satisfied with heaven if Christ wasn't there? My first thought is: What's the point? What is the point of heaven without Jesus? I don't think that's what Piper meant though. I think he meant...do we put enough emphasis on Jesus in our everyday life now to notice if He wasn't in heaven with us. Would we get so wrapped up in everything else that it would even make a difference? I have to admit...I don't spend time with Him daily like I should. I am working on that and getting better but it's still an everyday struggle for me. I can get so wrapped up in people that my focus completely changes from Jesus to them so easily. I hate admitting that. My pride wants people to see me as this strong Christian who isn't willing to compromise her beliefs and never messes up. Truth be told none of that is true. I mess up everyday. It's our nature. I think we use that to justify our sin sometimes. "It's just our nature. No one is perfect." That's right. No one is perfect but I should try everyday to be better than I was the day before. I shouldn't be caught up in habitual sin. I should be nailing my sin to the cross and walking away. Isn't that what repenting is all about? Turning from your sin. Giving it to the Father and walking away. Hopefully never to return. Now...I know that's almost impossible to do but that should be what we are striving to do. Right? Right. This world offers so many things that can take our attention away from the only One who deserves it. We are a people of addictions. It's most definitely in our nature to be that way. So many people are trying to fill this void they have in themselves with the wrong things. We really do have this "God-shaped hole" that only He can fill. We'll make ourselves miserable trying to fill it with anything but Him. He's the only One who can really satisfy us. Gosh. If we could just get that. Truly get it. Everything about the way we think and act would change completely. Hmm...
Well...I think I'm done rambling for now. Until next time! :D
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