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Thursday, January 29, 2009

Food.

Fact: I really love food.
Fact: But I love Jesus More.

Where do I begin? I could tell you stories and tales of how faithful, loving and just my God has been...but my words always fall short, never fully depicting how marvelous He is...

And I'm just at a place where i am hungry. Physically? Right now, YES. lol. But spiritually, there's nothing I want more than More of Him. I'm hungry all the time.

I feel pretty safe to write about this in here, because I'm pretty sure no one reads it, except Jess occasionally...but if you are, just be warned, I like to be transparent in these things.

I have observed so many people lately that just challenge me spiritually...I've been reading up a lot on worship (for the umpteenth time)...and the one thing that keeps just echoing in my brain is out of John Piper's "Desiring God"...he says,

"When feelings (or your affection) for God is dead. Worship is dead."

I don't really have time to explain all of everything leading up to that statement, just trust me, it was really good.

But as I've been meditating on a lot of things, I came to the conclusion that I do a lot out of duty, and not so much out of love...and then I wonder why I get distracted, or that breakthrough that I crave just isn't happening. And at times, I have grown familiar with the presence of God...

Oh, but He is SO big. He's so vast. And I have forgotten to be in Awe of my creator...

I look at how He provides for me, how his hand is on everything I do, and I say "Yep, that's my God for ya." I expect it, but I don't stand in awe that He does it for me....that's not good.

That was basically the ramblings of me sorting out my thoughts. I sooo long for His heart. I gotta fix somethings.

He still loves me. :)

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