I want to be just like you when I grow up. No, wait, I want to be just like you now!
What are you saying? Where can you use me? I say yes. I scream, YESSSS!
The service will NOT fill you up. The service will NOT breathe life into your empty lungs. The service will drain you and screw with your vision and contort your perspective. It's NOT about the service.
It's about Him. The person. The man. The God. There is no relationship that isn't personal on some level. It has to be personal.
He's been giving me tastes lately that I haven't had in years. Sweeter than wine. Healthier than organic.
If it's not me and Him, alone, without any others, it's not personal. Do it. Take the plunge. Carve a spot out of your busy americanshavetogogogo schedule. What is so important anyway?! What is really SO important?!
I found these chapters today. Jesus was hanging out with his friends. Good friends. Best friends. Yet, even this wasn't enough. He couldn't live on these get-togethers alone. He LEFT them to be alone. To make it personal. Even He, Jesus himself, was desperate for time alone with His God.
Matthew 26
Mark 14
Luke 9
Luke 22
God, draw us into you. Give us a desperation for relationship with you that nothing can satisfy. Nothing. No one. Nothing. You are so good. You loved us first. You chose me first. You are always choosing me, even when I'm blind and deaf to you. Jesus you're the King upon the throne. You are worthy of my life. I give it all to you. ALL to YOU. Selah.
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